Built around A rallying cry for the outcasts, misfits, and fighters who refuse to quit, celebrating those still here after everything. Live Wire's voltage-cranked guitars carries the concept through punk-rock that rewards repeat listens. "And passed the ones that really mattered for their sake" — the kind of line that sticks in your head three days later. The mood runs triumphant, communal. Genre showcases on Majik's aren't filler — they're proof that independent music can carry real emotional weight when the lyrics and production align.
[verse 1]
To the ones who got knocked down at fourteen
And got back up at seventeen
To the ones who failed the test they didn't make
And passed the ones that really mattered for their sake
To the weirdos and the misfits and the loud
The ones who never fit inside the crowd
Look around this room, look at every face
We are the ones they couldn't erase
[chorus]
We're the last ones standing
After everything, still demanding
A place at the table, a voice in the song
We're the last ones standing
And we've been here all along
Standing, still standing
[verse 2]
To the kid who ate her lunch inside the stall
Who's now the loudest singer in the hall
To the boy they said would never amount
Who's keeping score and losing count
Of all the ways he proved them wrong
We are the chorus of this song
Battered, bruised, but never bent
Every broken piece is heaven-sent
[chorus]
We're the last ones standing
After everything, still demanding
A place at the table, a voice in the song
We're the last ones standing
And we've been here all along
Standing, still standing
[bridge]
So raise a glass to the survivors
The late-night lonely long-haul drivers
The ones who kept the fire lit
When the world said they should quit
We didn't quit, we never quit
And we never will
[chorus]
We're the last ones standing
After everything, still demanding
A place at the table, a voice in the song
We're the last ones standing
And we've been here all along
Last ones standing, last ones standing
We'll always be standing
Standing
