Текст песни All Tomorrow's Parties - Siouxsie & The Banshees
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                silks 
                                                and 
                                                linens 
                                                of 
                                                yesterday′s 
                                                gowns
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                all 
                                                tomorrow′s 
                                                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 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                sits 
                                                and 
                                                cries...
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                all 
                                                tomorrow's 
                                                parties...
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Voices
2 20th Century Boy (B-Side to The Staircase)
3 Pulled to Bits (B-Side to Playground Twist)
4 Mettagiesen
5 Drop Dead/Celebration (B-Side to Happy House)
6 Eve White/Eve Black (B-Side to Christine)
7 Red Over White (B-Side to Israel)
8 Follow the Sun (B-Side to Spell Bound)
9 Slap Dash Snap (B-Side to Spellbound)
10 Supernatural Thing (B-Side to Arabian Knights)
11 Congo Conga (B-Side to Arabian Knights)
12 Coal Mind (B-Side to Fireworks)
13 We Fall (B-Side to Fireworks)
14 Cannibal Roses (B-Side to Slowdive)
15 Obsession II (B-Side to Slowdive)
16 A Sleeping Rain (B-Side to Melt!)
17 Il Est Ne Le Divin Enfant (B-Side to Melt!)
18 Tattoo (B-Side to Dear Prudence)
19 There's a Planet In My Kitchen (B-Side to Dear Prudence)
20 Let Go (B-Side to Swimming Horses)
21 The Humming Wires (B-Side to Swimming Horses)
22 I Promise (B-Side to Dazzle)
23 Throw Them to the Lions (B-Side to Dazzle)
24 An Execution
25 The Quarterdrawing of the Dog
26 Lullaby
27 Umbrella
28 Shooting Sun
29 Sleepwalking (On High Wire)
30 She Cracked (B-Side to This Wheel's On Fire)
31 She's Cuckoo (B-Side to The Passenger)
32 Something Blue
33 The Whole Price of Blood
34 Mechanical Eyes
35 False Face
36 Catwalk
37 Something Wicked (This Way Comes)
38 Are You Still Dying Darling
39 El Dia De Los Muertos
40 Sunless
41 Staring Back
42 Return
43 Spiral Twist
44 Sea of Light
45 I Could Be Again
46 Hothead
47 B Side Ourselves
48 Swimming Horses (Live) [B-Side to O Baby]
49 All Tomorrow's Parties
50 Hang Me High
51 Black Sun
52 Overground (The Thorn, 1984)
53 Placebo Effect (The Thorn, 1984)
54 Red Over White (The Thorn)
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