Sunday’s Slave Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sunday's got a slave
Monday has got one too
Sunday's got a slave
Monday has got one too
Our sufferings are countless
And our pleasures are motley few
Spend all day digging my grave
Now go get Sunday's slave
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[Verse 2]
Tuesday sleeps in a stable
Wednesday's in 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

[Verse 3]
The hands in the stable are willing and able to pay
If you feel at a loss, man, as to who is the boss-man
Ask the blood of one of its bad days
I'm nervous to serve but the service is a fucking 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

[Verse 4]
Thursday's angered the master
Okay, 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
No, not on Sunday's slave