Favourite Son

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Water the garden, it's not a problem Hope that it flowers, proof of the hours Loss of intention, now I am written Off like a martyr, soft on the collar Don't be a bother [Verse 2] Crackle of pigskin, take it on the chin Deadly collision on television Bring out your worst side, sting of the raw hide Sweep the abscission with apt precision Man on a mission [Verse 3] Knock me off balance, I love a challenge Stare at the ground crew, fragmented world view Ran up the flagpole without a bankroll Bold as a French blue, frail as a bijou What doesn't kill you [Outro] Might just be something to rеnew Might just mean something to mе you