Borstal Boys Lyrics - Rod Stewart

(ian mclagan, ron wood, rod stewart) 

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 

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 wardens had a second laugh 

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

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See the years roll on by 

Such a senseless waste of time 

What a way to reform 

Call out your number 

Who's a nonconformer, 

Not me baby, oh yeah 

Shakey brown didn't hang around 

When a molotow didn't do it's 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 were hit by a downtown tram 

Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevator 

See the years roll on by 

Such a senseless waste of time 

What a way to reform 

Call out your number 

Who's a nonconformer, 

Not me baby, oh yeah 

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 

Got to make a break for the county line