Good Morning, Herr Horst

Dm

I've been walking down the street

With a tambourine on my feet

I'm holding every beat steady and low

Well if it would've been me

I would have turned into the factory

And chase that little girl black and blue

Now I'm bleeding

And I'm freezing

And I'm crying once again

Dm

For Monday glass

For Monday glass

So if you see me on the street

Don't ask me about my passing days

Just slip another coin

And walk away

Lalalalalalalalala

I once had a love of mine

With a different heart

In another time

I blew that all with pills and alcohol

I once had a child of mine

With a different heart

In another time

I blew that off with booze and lack of soul

Now I'm bleeding

And I'm freezing

And I'm crying once again

For Monday glass

For Monday glass

So if you see me on the street

Don't ask me about my passing days

Just slip another coin

And walk away

Yeah slip another coin

And walk away

Lalalalalalalalala