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 aIf 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' heroinThe police in New York city
Chased a boy, right through the park
In a case of mistaken identities
They put a bullet through his heartI 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