Apoptygma Berzerk - APB Goes C-64 (Intro) lyrics

And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrows parties? A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrows 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 tomorrows parties? Why silks and linens of yesterdays gowns To all tomorrows parties? And what will 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 tomorrows parties? For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom no will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fits for one who sits and cries For all tomorrows parties