All Tomorrow's Parties
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - All Tomorrow's Parties Lyrics & Traduction

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 gown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties

Why silks and plumes of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties
And what shall 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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