Jesus Shootin` Heroin

Well, I never really understood religions, Except it seems a good reason to kill. Everybody`s got their own conceptions, And you know, they always will. These days are needles under my skin. Jesus shootin` heroin. If there are priests at your party, And you`re playing cards that are numbered, And you got no reason to think it, Until your chances are uncovered. Tell me that I got to believe in, Jesus shootin` heroin. The police in New York city, Chased a boy, right through the park. In a case of mistaken identities, They put a bullet through his heart. I met Mary, on the corner with the streetlights. She asked me if I`d come up to her room. I told her that I didn`t have no money. She said she had to leave pretty soon. I decided that I would go in. Jesus shootin` heroin.