All Tomorrow's Parties (Live)

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 would she do
Oh, when midnight comes around on eagle?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

What costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties?
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties?

Oh, and what will she do with Thursday's rags, oh-oh
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

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

For all tomorrow's parties
For all tomorrow's parties
Costume, costume, costume shall the poor girl wear
Costume

All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties
All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties
All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties
All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties
All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties
All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown of rags and silks, a costume
All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties
All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties
All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties
To all tomorrow's parties, to all tomorrow's parties