Now the partys over and the moneys all gone You remember feeling like Jesus son Your girl has left your side And now youre gonna get crucified Theyre gonna crucify you Crucify you Theyre 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 wont know youre sane First Lord Nelsons sunken ships Now Steve Lillywhites drunken mix Theyre gonna crucify you Crucify you Crucify you Crucify you In those old cotton fields back home Back home Back home Back home Back home
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