Mando Diao 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 in 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 about my passing days Just slip another coin And walk away