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' heroinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
