(Ian McLagan, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
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Cell block five, how I hate Bromide
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With your coffee in the morning makes you so sterile
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The corner gang never made a man of me boys
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You know the walls are taller and the inmates scheme
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There's no one here that's more than seventeen
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Bet your life there's a riot tonight in the mess hall
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A letter from your home town makes you sad
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You read it when the warden's had a second laugh
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He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here boy
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See the years roll on by
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such a senseless waste of time
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What a way to reform
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Call out your number
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who's a nonconformer
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Shakey Brown didn't hang around
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When a Molotov didn't do its stuff
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He went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgun
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You know Poker Sam couldn't lose a hand
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If he did you was hit by a downtown tram
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Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator
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See the years roll on by
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such a senseless waste of time
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What a way to reform
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Call out your number
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who's a nonconformer
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When I get out I'll get straight
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If this old world gives me half a break
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But, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulder
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Don't blame me
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Borstal Boys
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