Cotton Fields

Now the party's over

And the money's all gone

You remember feeling like Jesus' son

Now 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, 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

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

Back home

In those old cotton fields back home

Back home

Back home

Back home

In those old cotton fields back home

Back home

Back home

Back home

In those old cotton fields back home

Back home

Back home

Back home

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