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 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
