(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 boy. You know the walls are tall and the inmates scheme. There's no one here thatâ€™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.