All the Rest - Stiff Little Fingers

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