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 a

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