Lyric Sunday s Slave

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