Borstal Boys Lyrics

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 

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 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 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