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