Faces - Borstal Boys Lyrics
(ian mclagan, ron wood, rod stewart)Cell block five, how I hate bromideWith your coffee in the morning makes you so sterileThe corner gang never made a man of me boysYou know the walls are taller and the inmates schemeTheres no one here thats more than seventeenBet your life theres a riot tonight in the mess hallA letter from your home town makes you sadYou read it when the wardens had a second laughHe said sentimental rubbish aint got no place in here boySee the years roll on bySuch a senseless waste of timeWhat a way to reformCall out your numberWhos a nonconformerShakey brown didnt hang aroundWhen a molotov didnt do its stuffHe went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgunYou know poker sam couldnt lose a handIf he did you was hit by a downtown tramOr crushed in the path of a moving elevatorSee the years roll on bySuch a senseless waste of timeWhat a way to reformCall out your numberWhos a nonconformerWhen I get out Ill get straightIf this old world gives me half a breakBut, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulderDont blame me
