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.

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.

Jesus diisparando heroina

Bueno, nunca entendi verdaderamente las religiones
Excepto que parece una buena razón para matar
Todos tienen sus propias concepciones
Y tu sabes, que siempre las tendrán
Estos días son agujas bajo mi piel
Jesus tirando heroína

Si hay pastores en tu fiesta
Y estas jugando cartas que están numeradas
Y no tienes razón para pensar
Hasta tus chances descubiertas
Dime en que tengo que creer
Jesus tirando heroína

La policía en nueva york
Persigui a un chico, justo en el parque
En caso de errores de identidad
Ellos le pararon una bala en el corazon

Conoci a mary, en la esquina de la calle
Ella me pregunto si vendría a su cuarto
Le dije que no tenia dinero
Ella dijo que tenia que irse pronto
Decidi que iria
Jesus tirando heroina