Текст песни Apoptygma Berzerk - All Tomorrows Parties
Apoptygma Berzerk - All Tomorrows Parties слова песни
And what costume shall the poor girl wearto all tomorrows parties?A hand-me-down dress from who knows whereto all tomorrows parties.And where will she go and what shall she dowhen midnight comes around?She`ll turn once more to Sunday`s clownand cry behind the door.And what costume shall the poor girl wearto all tomorrows parties?Why silks and linens of yesterdays gownsto all tomorrows parties?And what will she do with Thursday`s ragswhen Monday comes around?She`ll turn once more to Sunday`s clownand cry behind the door.And what costume shall the poor girl wearto all tomorrows parties?For Thursday`s child is Sunday`s clownfor whom no will go mourning.A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gownof rags and silks, a costume.Fits for one who sits and cries,for all tomorrows parties.