[00:00.00] 作词 : Ian McLagan/Rod Stewart/Ronnie Wood
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ian McLagan/Rod Stewart/Ronnie Wood
[00:23.70](ian mclagan, ron wood, rod stewart)
[00:24.48]Cell block five, how i hate bromide
[00:25.17]With your coffee in the morning makes you so sterile
[00:28.47]The corner gang never made a man of me boys
[00:34.95]You know the walls are taller and the inmates scheme
[00:37.74]There's no one here that's more than seventeen
[00:40.98]Bet your life there's a riot tonight in the mess hall
[00:47.25]A letter from your home town makes you sad
[00:50.31]You read it when the warden's had a second laugh
[00:53.10]He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here boy
[00:56.31]See the years roll on by
[00:56.94]Such a senseless waste of time
[01:05.82]What a way to reform
[01:09.96]Call out your number
[01:10.86]Who's a nonconformer
[01:12.18]Shakey brown didn't hang around
[01:18.51]When a molotov didn't do its stuff
[01:21.81]He went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgun
[01:27.69]You know poker sam couldn't lose a hand
[01:31.14]If he did you was hit by a downtown tram
[01:34.41]Or crushed in the path of a moving elevator
[01:38.67]See the years roll on by
[01:44.70]Such a senseless waste of time
[01:46.68]What a way to reform
[01:50.28]Call out your number
[01:51.72]Who's a nonconformer
[01:53.07]When i get out　i'll get straight
[01:59.73]If this old world gives me half a break
[02:02.34]But, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shoulder
[02:07.05]Don't blame me

作词 : Ian McLagan/Rod Stewart/Ronnie Wood
作曲 : Ian McLagan/Rod Stewart/Ronnie Wood
(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
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