Sunday's got a slave  Monday's got one too  Sunday's got a slave  Monday's got one too  Our sufferings are countless  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, 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 master's a bastard  But don't tell Sunday's slave    Thursday's angered the master  O.K. 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  O Not on Sunday's slave