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