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.
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Jesus shootin' heroin.
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If there are priests at your party,
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And you're playing cards that are numbered,
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And you got no reason to think it,
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Until your chances are uncovered.
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Tell me that I got to believe in,
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Jesus shootin' heroin.
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The police in new york city,
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Chased a boy, right through the park.
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In a case of mistaken identities,
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They put a bullet through his heart.
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I met mary, on the corner with the streetlights.
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She asked me if I'd come up to her room.
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I told her that I didn't have no money.
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She said she had to leave pretty soon.
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I decided that I would go in.
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Jesus shootin' heroin.
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Jesus Shootin' Heroin
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The Flaming Lips |