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  • 作曲 : Faces
    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
    You know the walls are taller 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
    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
    Shakey Brown didn't hang around
    When a Molotov 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 you was hit by a downtown tram
    Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator
    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
    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
  • 作曲 : Faces
    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
    You know the walls are taller 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
    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
    Shakey Brown didn't hang around
    When a Molotov 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 you was hit by a downtown tram
    Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator
    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
    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