Song | Borstal Boys |
Artist | Faces |
Album | The Definitive Rock Collection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(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 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 its 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 |
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 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 its stuff | |
He went back in there and said it with a sawedoff 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 |
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 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 its stuff | |
He went back in there and said it with a sawedoff 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 |