Intro
Verse 1
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 – 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 Hometown 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"
Chorus
See The Year Roll 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
Verse 2
Shakey Brown Didn't Hang Around
When A Molotov, It Didn't Do Its Stuff
He Went Back In There And Said It 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 Moving Elevator (Elevator! Ohh...)
Chorus
See The Years Roll On By
What A Senseless Waste Of Time
What A Way To Reform
Call Out Your Number; Who's A Non-Conformer?
Not Me, Baby! Ohhh...
Verse 3
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!
Breakdown
Outro
Got To Make A Break For The County Line! (Whoa)
