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
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
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
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
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