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