Borstal Boys

BORSTAL BOYS
(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 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 Molotov didn't do its 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

Rod Stewart