Borstal Boys

Take heed

Cell Block Five, how I hate bromide

With your coffee in the mornin'

Makes you so sterile

The corner gang never made a man of me, boy

No

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 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 non-conformer?

Not me baby

Oh, yeah

Shakey Brown didn't hang around

When a Molotov, it didn't do its stuff

You went back in there

For standin' with a sawn 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 movin' elevator

Elevator

Oh

See the years roll by

What a senseless waste of time

What a way to reform

Call out your number

Who's a non-conformer?

Not me baby

Oh

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

Hit me

Woo

Ow, ow, ow, ow

Gotta make a break for the county line (Woo)