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
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 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
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 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
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 I decided that I would go in
 Jesus shootin' heroin