All Tomorrow's Parties Lyrics by Pulnoc
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And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties

And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties

And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties
(Reed)     And what costume shall the poor girl wear   To all tomorrow's parties   A hand-me-down dress from who knows where   To all tomorrow's parties     And where will she go and what shall she do   When midnight comes around   She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown   And cry behind the door     And what costume shall the poor girl wear   To all tomorrow's parties   Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns   To all tomorrow's parties     And what will she do with Thursday's rags   When Monday comes around   She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown   And cry behind the door     And what costume shall the poor girl wear   To all tomorrow's parties   For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown   For whom none will go mourning     A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown   Of rags and silks, a costume   Fit for one who sits and cries   For all tomorrow's parties