Lyrics All the Rest - Stiff Little Fingers

All the Rest

He’s drinkin' supermarket cider
In a doorway in the town
And he’s shouting 'bout the government
And how they let him down
He’s got a sister lives in Brixton
Always tried to do her best
Yet she winds up broke and shafted
Just the same as all the rest
He’s got a torn and greasy greatcoat
And a New York Yankees vest
And some strongly held opinions
That he must get off his chest
Yet his friends don’t think about him
They all gave him up for dead
And they all got real embarrassed
About the problems with his head