Last Ones Standing - McKenna

Late September, the winds begin to change

It’s the sunset on a season’s joy and pain

With our heads held high and our backs against the wall

When the clock runs out, one side takes it all

We are, we are the favorite sons

We take our places in the sun

We are, we are the chosen few

We gave it all that we had to

We are the last ones standing

We are the last ones standing

Federation Square is where I’m meant to be

Oh no, second place just ain’t no place for me

With pride on our side, the crowd screams out our names

When you fight for the flag, it’s not just a game

We are, we are the favorite sons

We take our places in the sun

We are, we are the chosen few

We gave it all that we had to

We are the last ones standing

We are the last ones standing

Late September, the winds begin to change

It’s the sunset on a season’s joy and pain

With our heads held high and our backs against the wall

When the clock runs out, one side takes it all

We are, we are the favorite sons

We take our places in the sun

We are, we are the chosen few

We gave it all that we had to

We are the last ones standing

We are the last ones standing