Borstal Boys Song Lyrics
Borstal Boys by Rod Kim (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 boyYou know the walls are tall and the inmates schemeThere’s no one here that’s more than seventeenBet your life there’s a riot tonight in the mess hallListenA letter from your home town makes you sadYou read it when the wardens had a second laughHe said sentimental rubbish ain’t got no place in here boySee the years roll on bySuch a senseless waste of timeWhat a way to reformCall out your numberWho’s a nonconformer,Not me baby, oh yeahShakey brown didn’t hang aroundWhen a molotow didn’t do it’s stuffYou went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgunYou know poker sam couldn’t lose a handIf he did you were hit by a downtown tramOr crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevatorSee the years roll on bySuch a senseless waste of timeWhat a way to reformCall out your numberWho’s a nonconformer,Not me baby, oh yeahWhen I get out, I’ll get straightIf this old world gives me half a breakBut, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulderDon’t blame me, don’t blame me baby, no, noGot to make a break for the county line