WellI never really understood religions
Except it seems a good reason to kill.
Everybody’s got their own conceptions
And you knowthey 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 boyright through the park.
In a case of mistaken identities
They put a bullet through his heart.
I met maryon 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.