Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Sunday's Slave
NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Sunday's Slave слова песни
Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Sunday's Slave
unday's got a slaveMonday's got one tooSunday's got a slaveMonday's got one tooOur sufferings are countlessOur pleasures are motley fewSpend all day digging my grave( )Now go get Sunday's slave Tuesday sleeps in a stableWednesday's in a chainsTuesday gathers up the crumbs under the tableWednesday dare not complainMy heart has collapsed on the tracks of a run-a-way trainJust whisper his nameAnd here comes Sunday's slave The hands in the stable are willing and able to payIf you feel at a loss, man, just who is the boss-manAsk the blood of one of its bad daysFor his nerve is to serve but the sevice is a mockeryHe insists that he piss in your fistBut he still takes the money anywayThe master's a bastardBut don't tell Sunday's slave