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



And 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, 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 fuckin' mockery



He insists that he piss in your fist



But he still takes the money anyway



Oh the master's a bastard



But don't tell Sunday's slave



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