All Tomorrow's Parties Songtext
von Architectural Metaphor

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?
For Thursday′s child is yesterday′s gown
For all who come speed through morning


And what did 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?
White silks and rips from yesterday's gown
To all tomorrow′s parties
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks and costumes
Fit for a sixpence price
For all tomorrow's parties