Lyrics:

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
They're gonna 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

Cotton fields, cotton fields
Cotton fields, cotton fields
Cotton fields, cotton fields
Cotton fields, cotton fields

In those old cotton fields back home
Back home, back home, back home, back home
In those old cotton fields back home
Cotton fields, cotton fields
Back home, back home
Cotton fields, cotton fields
Back home, back home
In those old cotton fields back home
Too late to joke or crack a smile
You gotta carry that shit up that drunken mile
Back home, back home
Back home, back home
In those old cotton fields back home
When they put the electrodes in your brain
Even your mother won't know you're sane
Back home, back home
Back home, back home
In those old cotton fields back home