Take it, 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 boys, no You know the walls are taller than 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 nonconformer? Not me baby, oh yeah 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 sawed-off shotgun You know Poker Sam couldn't lose a hand If he did he was hit by a downtown tram Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator, elevator Oh, see the years roll on by, what a senseless waste of time What a way to reform, call out your number Who's a nonconformer? 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 Got to make a break for the county line © WB MUSIC CORP.; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com