All The Rest Lyrics - Singles - 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 

[Chorus] 

Shout it out! (Shout it out with me) 

Shout it out! (It's a mystery) 

Shout it out! ('cause what I can't see) 

Why he's invisible to them 

Yet so obvious to me 

He make his home in cardboard boxes 

And the pigeons are his friends 

And you cross over to avoid him 

Never try to make amends 

For the way that he's been treated 

And we all must share the blame 

And we never look him in the eye 

And never ask his name 

I thought we were past this stage 

Never in this day and age 

These things are still going on 

Tell me where did we go wrong 

I thought we had changed for good 

Maybe I misunderstood 

Does our new and caring nation 

Only care for politicians 

Those that have will all do well 

All the rest can go to hell 

[Chorus x2]