How long till the river runs blue? How long till we're sorry? How long can the blood stain my hands? Scrubbing with my might like Lady M And I’m singing Out damn spot And I'm singing Out damn spot And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Nothing seems to matter even sorrow And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow How long till you unlock the cage? How long till their free from their pain? How long can the blood stain the hands Of greedy men with greedy thoughts in their heads? And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Nothing seems to matter even sorrow And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Oh tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Nothing seems to matter even sorrow