Flaming Lips - 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