Album: Hear It Is
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