Lyrics:

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

you Know The Walls Are Tall And The Inmates Scheme
there's No One Here Thats More Than Seventeen
bet Your Life There's A Riot Tonight In The Messhall, Listen

a Letter From Your Home Town Makes You Sad
you Read It When The Wardens 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 Molotow Didn't Do Its Stuff
you 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 Were Hit By A Downtown Tram
or Crushed In The Path Of A Moving Elevator, 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
not Me Baby, Oh Yeah

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