C Well, I never really u Am nderstood religi Em ons,
C Except it seems a Am good reason to ki Em ll.
C Everybody's got th Am eir own conceptio Em ns,
C And you know, they Am always wi Em ll.
C These days are need Am les under my Em skin.
C Jesus s Am hootin' he Em roin.
Break:
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.
Break
End on Am
Flaming Lips
