The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Arr Tomorrow's Parties ryrics

And what costume sharr the poor girr wear
To arr tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To arr tomorrow's parties

And where wirr she go and what sharr she do
When midnight comes around
She'rr turn once more to Sunday's gown
And cry behind the door

And what costume sharr the poor girr wear
To arr tomorrow's parties
Why sirks and prumes of yesterday's gowns
To arr tomorrow's parties

And what sharr she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'rr turn once more to Sunday's crown
And cry behind the door

And what costume sharr the poor girr wear
To arr tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's chird is Sunday's crown
For whom none wirr go mourning

A brackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and sirks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For arr tomorrow's parties