Well, i never really understood religions,
Except it seems a good reason to k**.
Everybody's got their own conceptions,
And you know, they always will.
These days are needles under my skin.
Jesus shootin' h**n.
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' h**n.
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' h**n.