Sunday's Slave Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

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