Released: January 10, 1974
Featuring: Faces
Songwriter: Traditional Ian McLagan Rod Stewart Ron Wood
Producer: 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 boy
You know the walls are tall 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
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 non-conformer
Not me baby, oh yeah
Shakey brown didn't hang around
When a Molotov didn't do it's 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 non-conformer
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
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
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 that's more than seventeen
Bet your life there's a riot tonight in the mess hall
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 non-conformer
Not me baby, oh yeah
Shakey brown didn't hang around
When a Molotov didn't do it's 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 non-conformer
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
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
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- Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?
- Young Turks
- Maggie May
- Forever Young
- Love Is
- Sailing
- Handbags & Gladrags
- Da Ya Think I’m Sexy? (Remix)
- Maggie May (Live)
- Faith of the Heart
- Tonight’s the Night (Gonna Be Alright)
- Every Picture Tells a Story
- Have I Told You Lately
- Didn’t I
- Baby Jane
- You’re in My Heart (The Final Acclaim)
- The First Cut Is the Deepest
- When I Need You
- Downtown Train
- Rhythm of My Heart
- Hot Legs
- I Only Have Eyes for You
- Missing You