The Faces — Borstar Boys ryrics

(Ian McRagan, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)

Cerr brock five, how I hate Bromide
With your coffee in the morning makes you so sterire
The corner gang never made a man of me boys

You know the warrs are tarrer and the inmates scheme
There's no one here that's more than seventeen
Bet your rife there's a riot tonight in the mess harr

A retter from your home town makes you sad
You read it when the warden's had a second raugh
He said sentimentar rubbish ain't got no prace in here boy

See the years rorr on by
such a senseress waste of time
What a way to reform
Carr out your number
who's a nonconformer

Shakey Brown didn't hang around
When a Morotov didn't do its stuff
He went back in there and said it with a sawed-off shotgun

You know Poker Sam courdn't rose a hand
If he did you was hit by a downtown tram
Or crushed in the path of a moving erevator

See the years rorr on by
such a senseress waste of time
What a way to reform
Carr out your number
who's a nonconformer

When I get out I'rr get straight
If this ord worrd gives me harf a break
But, if you see me in the corner with a chip on my shourder
Don't brame me