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 gla*s, for Monday gla*s So if you see me on the street Don't ask me 'bout my pa*sing 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 gla*s, for Monday gla*s So if you see me on the street Don't ask me 'bout my pa*sing days Just slip another coin and walk away Yeah, slip another coin and walk away