Borstal Boys

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 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