My friend Eddie, he works for the government
When I asked why, he said “I take ‘em down from the inside”
My friend Eddie, he never stops talking
Never stops judging what’s wrong and what’s right

And sometimes I think that he’s barely alive

My friend Eddie, well he’s a punk rocker
He’s got acid wash jeans and an acid wash brain to boot
My friend Eddie can’t deal with the authority
And he’ll be fucking damned if he gives you a good excuse

My friend Eddie, he’s been to hell and back again
My friend Eddie, he’s pushed away every close friend that he ever had
But I know Eddie and I know what he’s up against
When the system fails you, it’s hard not to fight back

My friend Eddie was born in army surplus boots
With a lit cigarette and the gear already up his arse
My friend Eddie, he quickly learned the hard truth
If you wanna stay free, you better learn to run real fast

Go, go, Eddie, you’re an athlete, top of the class!

My friend Eddie, he’s been to hell and back again
My friend Eddie, he’s pushed away every close friend that he ever had
But I know Eddie and I know what he’s up against
When we’re downtrodden it’s hard to take one step back

My friend Eddie, he works for the government
My friend Eddie’s Guy Fawkes-ing it one match at a time
My friend Eddie, he likes to think he’s Robin Hood
Knicks the biros from the office so the kids on the block can write

And very glad to say that he’s a very good friend of mine
But I wish he would just take a bloody holiday sometimes