Cowboy Junkies - Epilogue: White Man In Decline lyrics

White man in decline With his thorny crown of empties Wrapped ‘round his troubled mind s**ing on his radio Pacified by brainless rhetoric in patriotic code With his mircrowavable last supper And twelve of his friends He lifts his wife up over his head before the Super Bowl begins “Her body broken for you, She’ll beat black, she’ll beat blue, Let’s hope our Cowboys come through…” World won’t change if he don’t look He’s got his hand over his heart And his head stuck up his hole What does it profit a man To gain the whole trailer park and lose his very soul? Humming, “You Ain’t Whistling Dixie,” a distant look in his eye The little pointed hood in the closet can’t hide the cowardice inside Now it’s eating him alive No last rights for naughty boys Gather round the easy chair See the white man in decline Throwing tantrums on the floor Of the Senate and the House Holding his breath until he’s blue “Children of our mighty country, the poor have stolen your futures Were gonna steal them back for you. Come gather ‘round the banquet table, see how God is on our side…” But when they carved up the turkey they found Only stuffing inside Pledge allegiance to his flag Wrap it in a body bag… See the white man in decline Shhh…