(Shane MacGowan)
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 %#@! 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