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