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