Текст (слова) песни: Nick Cave and The Bad Seed - Sunday`s Slave
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
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