(ian mclagan, ron wood, rod stewart)
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
Theres no one here thats more than seventeen
Bet your life theres a riot tonight in the mess hall
A letter from your home town makes you sad
You read it when the wardens had a second laugh
He said sentimental rubbish aint 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
Whos a nonconformer
Shakey brown didnt hang around
When a molotov didnt do its stuff
He went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgun
You know poker sam couldnt 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
Whos a nonconformer
When I get out Ill 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
Dont blame me