| After 3 months on the road I flew to Wellington, New Zealand |
| strung out and stuck in, a hole I’ve been digging |
| down on Cuba Street, no worries on my mind |
| tryin' to get a hold of strongest thing I could find |
| Wellington, |
| you’ve got the best of me |
| and if I don’t wake up tomorrow |
| won’t you bury me in Wellington |
| The sun was slowly fading like a fire in the rain |
| I couldn’t stop the burning I had in my veins |
| the flower of the poppy I follow with my nose |
| I search the whole town over, sweatin' through my clothes |
| Wellington, |
| you’ve got the best of me |
| and if I don’t wake up tomorrow |
| won’t you bury me in Wellington |
| When I met a stranger, bought what he had for sale |
| he put my hands in cuffs said son, you’re going to jail |
| we walking towards the squad car as he read my rights to me |
| looks like I better call up the US embassy in Wellington |
| Wellington, |
| you’ve got the best of me |
| and if I don’t wake up tomorrow |
| won’t you bury me in Wellington |
| Oh, judge is there nothing I can say |
| to save my skin and set me free today |
| please just let me go back home |
| but if I must stay |
| will you make sure sweet opium takes me far away |
| I miss my friends and family but I’m nowhere near them now but I’m nowhere near |
| them now |
| Locked up in the South Pacific in a jail somewhere downtown you’ve been a |
| friendly island to me since I stepped upon your shore and if I ever leave a |
| free man, won’t be coming back for more |
| Wellington, |
| you’ve got the best of me |
| and if I don’t wake up tomorrow |
| won’t you bury me in Wellington |
| Wellington, |
| you’ve got the best of me |
| and if I don’t wake up tomorrow |
| won’t you bury me in Wellington |