The stale stink of piss on the RSL carpet

It sticks to my feet

I accept defeat as I stand at a urinal

Next to a racist who follows the same team as I do

And sadly I'm the minority

It's easier to pretend that I blend in

Which is piss weak, and fucking embarrassing

I drink the same beer as him but I don't think new Australians are second-class citizens

The dying majority

The dying majority

The dying majority

I don't care if they grew up in a different time

They still manage to learn the names of every new player in the NRL

So old dogs can learn new tricks

But they can't seem to grasp the idea that perhaps we don't own this country

And when the world's in crisis we have no right to say who should and shouldn't be here

The dying majority

The dying majority

The dying majority

The dying majority

Sadly it's the same old bastards who make up most the votes

And so we live with their mistakes

Their massive houses haunting us from their graves

A reminder of what we will never have

'Cause of the jobs we'll never get from the degrees we were told we needed

The dying majority

The dying majority

The dying majority

The dying majority