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