Borstal Boys Lyrics - Singles - Faces

Cell block five; how I hate bromide 

With your coffee in the morning; makes you so sterile 

The corner gang never made a man of me, boy, no 

You know the walls are tall, and the inmates scheme 

There's no one here that's more than seventeen 

Bet your life there's a riot tonight in the mess hall, listen 

A letter from your home town makes you sad 

You read it when the warden's had a second laugh 

He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy 

See the years roll on by 

Such a senseless waste of time 

What a way to reform 

Call out your number 

Who's a non conformer? 

Not me, baby, oh yeah 

Shakey Brown didn't hang around 

When a Molotov didn't do its stuff 

You went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgun 

You know Poker Sam couldn't lose a hand 

If he did, you was hit by a downtown tram 

Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevator 

See the years roll on by 

What a senseless waste of time 

What a way to reform 

Call out your number 

Who's a non conformer? 

Not me, baby, oh 

When I get out, I'll get straight 

If this old world gives me half a break 

But, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulder 

Don't blame me, don't blame me, baby, no, no, chip, ooo , ow ow ow ow 

Got to make a break for the county line