Sunday`s Slave Lyrics

Sunday`s Slave lyrics

Sunday's got a slave

 Monday's got one too

 Sunday's got a slave

 Monday's got one too

 Our sufferings are countless

 Our pleasures are motley few

 Spend all day digging my grave

 Now go get Sunday's slave 

 

 Tuesday sleeps in a stable

 Wednesday's in a chains

 Tuesday gathers up the crumbs under the table

 Wednesday dare not complain

 My heart has collapsed on the tracks of a run-a-way train

 Just whisper his name

 And here comes Sunday's slave 

 

 The hands in the stable are willing and able to pay

 If you feel at a loss, man, just who is the boss-man

 Ask the blood of one of its bad days

 For his nerve is to serve but the sevice is a mockery

 He insists that he piss in your fist

 But he still takes the money anyway

 The master's a bastard

 But don't tell Sunday's slave 

 

 Thursday's angered the master

 O.K. so Friday's gonna pay

 Thursday's angered the master

 Yeah, so Friday's gonna pay

 One night on the rack and he's back saddling up Saturday

 You can only whisper his name

 But not on Sundays

 Never on Sundays

 O Not on Sunday's slave