[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
The dying majority
The dying majority
The dying majority
[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
The dying majority
The dying majority
The dying majority
The dying majority

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
The dying majority
The dying majority
The dying majority
The dying majority