Sunday’s Slave Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

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