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