All Tomorrow's Parties (live) Lyrics

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 what will she goes and where shall she go 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

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