Soon Enough

Years from now

They will make water

From the reservoirs

Of our idiot tempers

Soon enough

Working hard will make a man out of you

Through and through

Your gentleman father

Would pray for a daughter

As he walked

From room to room saying

"Women are winning the tournament of hearts, somebodys gotta lose"

Soon enough

Working hard will make a man out of you

Through and through

Soon enough