Jesus Shootin` Heroin — текст песни (Flaming Lips)

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.