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