Artist: Dropkick Murphys Album: Mob Mentality (2005) Title: Borstal Boys
Lyrics Borstal BoysCell 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 |