Текст (слова) песни: Nick Cave and The Bad Seed - All Tomorrow`s Parties
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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