Now the party's overAnd the money's all goneYou
remember feeling likeJesus' sonYour girl has left your
sideAnd now you're gonna get crucifiedThey're gonna
crucify youCrucify youCrucify youCrucify youIn those old cotton
fields back homeToo late to joke or crack a smileYou gotta
carryThat shit up that drunken mileWhen they put the
electrodesIn your brainEven your Mother won't know
you're saneFirst Lord Nelson's sunken shipsNow Steve
Lillywhite's drunken mix
Send "Cotton Fields" Ringtone to your Cell 
