The Constatines Soon Enough Lyrics

Years from now,
they will make water
from the reservoirs of
our idiot tempers.
Soon enough, work and love
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.
Somebody's got to lose..."
Soon enough, work and love
will make a man out of you.
Through and through.
Soon enough.