Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

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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
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Our pleasures are motley few
              Bb
Spend all day digging my grave
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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

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The hands in the stable are willing and able to pay
Db
If you feel at a loss, man, just who is the boss-man
Cm
Ask the blood of one of its bad days
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For his nerve is to serve but the service is a mockery
  Bb
He insists that he piss in your fist
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But he still takes the money anyway
Bb
The master's a bastard
Eb             Bb       Cm
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