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'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

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



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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 all with booze and lack of soul



Now I'm bleeding

And I'm freezing

And I'm crying one 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



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