The reign returns of last year's man,
That's a game plan on the table,
That's a contract in his hand.
And the corners of his blueprint are ruined since they rolled
past dreams of wasted premierships
that throw a shadow on his brand.
But Morrabin is a minefield
on a bridge he cannot cross,
And all the rain falls down again,
On the works of last year's Ross.
The rain falls down on last year's man,
Ten seasons have gone by
While he did not move his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
The players will rise up
And opponents touch the ground.
But a flag is like a temptress
that won't ever come across
And all the rain falls down again,
On the works of last year's Ross.
