Lirieke: Pogues, The. Cotton Fields.

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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



They're gonna crucify you

Crucify you

Crucify you

Crucify you

In those old cotton fields back home



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