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 boys
 You know the walls are taller 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
 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 nonconformer
 Shakey Brown didn't hang around
 When a Molotov didn't do it's stuff
 He 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
 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
 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