Late September
The winds begin to change
It's the sunset on a seasons joy and pain.
With a head sat high; our backs against the wall.
When the clock runs out, one side takes it all
We are, we are the favourite sons.
We take our places in thou 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!
-Ooooh-
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.
-Whoaaa ohhhh-
We are, we are the favourite sons.
We take our places in thou 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.
Yeah...
Late September,
The winds begin to change.
It's the sunset on a seasons joy and pain.
With a head sat high; our backs against the wall.
When the clock runs out, one side takes it all.
We are, we are the favourite sons.
We take our places in thou 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.
We are, we are the favourite sons.
We take our places in thou sun.
*We're the last one standing...*
We are, we are the chosen few.
We gave it all that we had to.
We are, we are the last ones standing.
We are, we are the last ones standing.
We are, we are the last ones standing.
We are, we are the last ones standing.
