Cotton Fields The Pogues

[Verse 1]
Now the party's over and the money's all gone
You remember feeling like Jesus' son
Your girl has left your side
And now you're gonna get crucified

[Chorus]
They're gonna crucify you, crucify you
They're gonna crucify you, crucify you
In those old cotton fields back home
Back home

[Verse 2]
Too late to joke or crack a smile
You gotta carry that shit up that drunken mile
When they put the electrodes in your brain
Even your mother won't know you're sane
First Lord Nelson's sunken ships
Now Steve Lillywhite's drunken mix

[Chorus]
They're gonna crucify you, crucify you
Crucify you, crucify you
In those old cotton fields back home
Back home, back home, back home, back home