The birthday party

Sunday's slave

The birthday party
Sundays got a slave
Mondays got one too
Sundays got a slave
Mondays got one too
Our sufferings are countless
Our pleasures are motley few
Spend all day digging my grave
Now go get sundays slave

Tuesday sleeps in a stable
Wednesdays 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 sundays 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 masters a bastard
But dont tell sundays slave

Thursdays angered the master
O.k. so fridays gonna pay
Thursdays angered the master
Yeah, so fridays gonna pay
One night on the rack and hes back saddling up saturday
You can only whisper his name
But not on sundays
Never on sundays
O not on sundays slave

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