Faces

Take it, cell block five, how I hate BromideWith your
coffee in the morning makes you so sterileThe corner
gang never made a man of me boys,
noYou know the walls are taller than the inmates schemeThere's
no one here that's more than seventeenBet your life
there's a riot tonight in the mess hall,
listenA letter from your home town makes you sadYou
read it when the warden's had a second laughHe said,
"Sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here,
boy"See the years roll on by,
such a senseless waste of timeWhat a way to reform,
call out your numberWho's a nonconformer?
Not me baby, oh yeahShakey Brown didn't hang aroundWhen
a Molotov, it didn't do its stuffHe went back in there
and said it with a sawed-off shotgunYou know Poker
Sam couldn't lose a handIf he did he was hit by a downtown
tramOr crushed in the path of a moving elevator,
elevatorOh, see the years roll on by,
what a senseless waste of timeWhat a way to reform,
call out your numberWho's a nonconformer?
Not me babyOh, when 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