Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Sunday's Slave Lyrics
Sundays got a slaveMondays got one tooSundays got a slaveMondays got one tooOur sufferings are countlessOur pleasures are motley fewSpend all day digging my graveNow go get sundays slaveTuesday sleeps in a stableWednesdays in a chainsTuesday gathers up the crumbs under the tableWednesday dare not complainMy heart has collapsed on the tracks of a run-a-way trainJust whisper his nameAnd here comes sundays slaveThe hands in the stable are willing and able to payIf you feel at a loss, man, just who is the boss-manAsk the blood of one of its bad daysFor his nerve is to serve but the sevice is a mockeryHe insists that he piss in your fistBut he still takes the money anywayThe masters a bastardBut dont tell sundays slaveThursdays angered the masterO.k. so fridays gonna payThursdays angered the masterYeah, so fridays gonna payOne night on the rack and hes back saddling up saturdayYou can only whisper his nameBut not on sundaysNever on sundaysO not on sundays slave