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