Текст: Millencolin. For Monkeys. Entrance At Rudebrook.

The joy and the pain, it's all in the game
But right now, the joy's far away
We're gonna take it back to how it was before, now

So, what if we're last, so, what if we're gone
You're waiting for that day but I know it won't come
We've reached the bottom and now we're just looking forward

For twelve years I've been down
But I'm not whining, I'm still smiling
And I'm still around

Every Sunday or Wednesday night, you'll be there
With all the other folks biting those nails
And some of us, I know that we would die for you

And maybe you think it's just 'cause I have
My smart card but forget that pal
Tell you what, we're in it and we're in it to win it

For twelve years I've been down
But I'm not whining, I'm still smiling
And I'm still around every night

So, many hours spent in that building
And now the memories divine
And just a few more seasons, then we'll be back
Ready to attack, ready to take on the top again

So what if we're last, so what if we're last today
So what if we're last, we cant stay last forever

For twelve years I've been down
But I'm not whining, I'm still smiling
And I'm still around every night

For twelve years I've been down
But I'm not whining, I'm still smiling
And I'm still around every night

I'm still around every night