Good Morning Herr Horst

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 be me I would have turned to the factory And chase that little girl black and blue 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 'bout my passing days Just slip another coin and walk away I once had a love of mine With a different heart in another time I blew that off 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 'bout my passing days Just slip another coin and walk away Yeah, slip another coin and walk away