Paroles de Sunday's Slave

Sundays got a slave Mondays got one too Sundays got a slave Mondays got one too Our sufferings are countless Our pleasures are motley few Spend all day digging my grave Now go get sundays slave Tuesday sleeps in a stable Wednesdays 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 sundays 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 masters a bastard But dont tell sundays slave Thursdays angered the master O.k. so fridays gonna pay Thursdays angered the master Yeah, so fridays gonna pay One night on the rack and hes back saddling up saturday You can only whisper his name But not on sundays Never on sundays O not on sundays slave