Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds — Sundays Slave

[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 [Verse 4] 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