Letra de All Tomorrow's Parties (Steve Nye Extended Remix)
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 partiesWhere will she go What shall she do When midnight comes aroundShe'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown To all tomorrow's partiesWhat shall she do With Thursday's rags When Monday comes aroundShe'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Thursday's child is Sunday's clown From whom no-one ever borrowsA blackened shroud A hand-me-down gown of rags and silks her costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties