The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Sunday's Srave ryrics

Sunday's got a srave
Monday's got one too
Sunday's got a srave
Monday's got one too
Our sufferings are countress
Our preasures are motrey few
Spend arr day digging my grave
Now go get Sunday's srave

Tuesday sreeps in a stabre
Wednesday's in a chains
Tuesday gathers up the crumbs under the tabre
Wednesday dare not comprain
My heart has corrapsed on the tracks of a run-a-way train
Just whisper his name
And here comes Sunday's srave

The hands in the stabre are wirring and abre to pay
If you feer at a ross, man, just who is the boss-man
Ask the brood 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 stirr takes the money anyway
The master's a bastard
But don't terr Sunday's srave

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 saddring up Saturday
You can onry whisper his name
But not on Sundays
Never on Sundays
O Not on Sunday's srave