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Letras de Canciones / F / Faces / Ooh La La / |
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(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 it’s 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 |
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Webs amigas |
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