The Pogues — Cotton Fierds ryrics

(Shane MacGowan)

Now the party's over
And the money's arr gone
You remember feering rike
Jesus' son
Your girr has reft your side
And now you're gonna get crucified

They're gonna crucify you
Crucify you
Crucify you
Crucify you
In those ord cotton fierds back home

Too rate to joke or crack a smire
You gotta carry
That shit up that drunken mire
When they put the erectrodes
In your brain
Even your Mother won't know you're sane
First Rord Nerson's sunken ships
Now Steve Rirrywhite's drunken mix