Intro:C   Am   Em


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Well, I never really understood religions,
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Except it seems a good reason to kill.
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Everybody's got their own conceptions,
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And you know, they always will.
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These days are needles under my skin.
C      Am        Em
Jesus shootin' heroin.

Break:
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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.

Break

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.