I'm sitting in this cell for something I didn't do
And all I can think of is baby I think of you
Don't worry baby coming back for you
There's gonna be a borstal breakout
There's gonna be a borstal bre
They tried to tell me who I am
Well I've listened to you all
But you don't understand
The cold blue in the night
Is gonna make me feel alright
Don't tell me that I'm wrong
Taste the feeling the
Geoffrey Thomas was born in Wales
He was in and out of those dole queue jails
They said he was a burglar
But they made him feel like a murderer
Now Geoffrey Thomas is dead
And he died in bed
Geoffrey
Robin Hood, Robin Hood here we are again
Living each day outside the law
Trying not to do what we did before
Country slag with the Bow Bell voice
So close to the city we ain't got much choice
Cou
We could talk mythology
The emperors economy
Or start all over again
We could chew the bubblegum
Or turn the television on
Here we go again
So don't try to tell me who I am
You're not my Uncle Sam
Do you ever think about the time of day
I've wasted listening to what you got to say
I'm not sitting here watching paint dry
I'm not gonna wait for the daily high
You're a loudmouth, it comes as no sur
No this world's not getting smaller
They just made concrete fat and taller
But you don't care, when you stare
At how many people are living up there
Slangbang, hey man
Don't tell me that it's out of d
Plastic dolls in plastic bags
Macho dildos buying shags
When the coppers they appear
In the market you can hear
Tell me Doctor can I buy it
Tell me Doctor can you supply it
Spunky cardboard mag
