Last Still Standing - Foxtails Brigade

Hold it back

Hold it back again

Hold it back to hold out in suspense

Hold it to you only hold against

When you’re fixed on the prize just beyond sight

Consumed with the hunger of lions

Fixed on the piece always out of your reach

Compelled by the weight of the gun

In a race to the top you might never reach

To be like the ones who you wanna be

To keep you staying

With the few left in the fight to be the last still standing

Break it in

Break it in again

Break it up and down and break through

Break it till it bleeds all black and blue

When you’re fixed on the ground in a void with no bounds

And a pride that runs thicker than deep

Fixed on the fear that grows darker each year

That you know you’re not where you belong

In a race to the top you might never reach

To be like the ones who you’ll never be

To keep you staying

With the few left in the fight to be the last still standing

And when they all fall down

(and without a name, underneath the waves and the overhang

They will drown)

And when they all fall down

(after all the hype, like a pack of flies drawn to the light, one at a time

They fall out)

New ones rise up

All over again

(like the ones before)

To keep you under

(hanging by a thread just to keep your head clear from all the rest)

Underneath it all

(falling out)

Just below the bar

(held back by the wayside)

To keep you staying

With the few left in the fight to be the last still standing

With the few left in the fight

With the few left in the fight

With the few left in the fight

With the few left in the fight to be the

Last still standing