All Tomorrow`s Parties — текст песни (Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds)

(L. Reed)

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