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 a 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 his bad days
I'm nervous to serve but the service is a f*ckin' 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 Sunday's slave
Sunday's Slave Video (MV)
Performed By: Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
From Album: Tender Prey
Length: 3:40
Written by: Nicholas Cave
Year: 1988
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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 a 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 his bad days
I'm nervous to serve but the service is a f*ckin' 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 Sunday's slave
Monday has got one too
Sunday's got a slave
Monday has got one too
Our sufferings are countless
And our pleasures are a 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 his bad days
I'm nervous to serve but the service is a f*ckin' 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 Sunday's slave
Writer: Nicholas Cave
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Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, BMG Rights Management
