Sunday's Slave

Cm Sunday's got a slave Fm Monday's got one too Cm Sunday's got a slave Fm Monday's got one too Bb Our sufferings are countless Eb Bb Cm Our pleasures are a motley few Bb Spend all day digging my grave Eb Bb Cm Now go get sunday's slave Cm Tuesday sleeps in a stable Fm Wednesday's in a chains Cm Tuesday gathers up the crumbs under the table Fm Wednesday dare not complain Bb My heart has collapsed Eb Bb Cm On the tracks of a run-a-way train Bb Just whisper his name Eb Bb Cm And here comes Sunday's slave C# The hands in the stable Cm Are willing and able to pay C# If you feel at a loss man Just who is the boss-man Cm Bb Cm Ask the blood on one of its bad days Bb For his nerve is to serve Eb Bb Cm But the service is a fucking mockery Bb He insists that he piss Eb Bb In your fist but he still Cm Takes the money anyway Bb The masters a bastard Eb Bb Cm But don't tell sunday's slave Cm Thursday's angered the master Fm O.k. so Friday's gonna pay Cm Thursday's angered the master Fm Yeah, so Friday's gonna pay Bb One night on the rack Eb Bb Cm And he's back saddling up Saturday Bb You can only whisper his name Eb Bb But not on sundays Eb Bb Never on sundays Eb Bb Cm Oh not on sundays slave