All Tomorrow’s Parties Songtext
von Les Rita Mitsouko

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?
Well, silks and linens of yesterday′s gowns
To all tomorrow′s parties


And where will she go, what shall she do
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
To all tomorrow′s parties