All Tomorrows Parties Lyrics - Apopcalyptic Manifesto - Apoptygma Berzerk

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 yesterday'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