the pogues
cotton fields
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