Epilogue: White Man In Decline Lyrics by Cowboy Junkies
Cowboy Junkies Lyrics
White man in decline
With his thorny crown of empties
Wrapped āround his troubled mind
Sucking 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
āHer body broken for you,
Sheāll beat black, sheāll beat blue,
Letās hope our Cowboys come throughā¦ā
World wonāt change if he donāt look
Heās 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, āYou Aināt Whistling Dixie,ā a distant look in his eye
The little pointed hood in the closet canāt hide the cowardice inside
Now itās 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 heās blue
āChildren of our mighty country, the poor have stolen your futures
Were gonna steal them back for you.
Come gather āround the banquet table, see how God is on our sideā¦ā
But when they carved up the turkey they found
Only stuffing inside
Pledge allegiance to his flag
Wrap it in a body bagā¦
See the white man in decline
Shhhā¦
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