Jesus hangs behind the glass

Above venitian doors

His window box boasts crimson flowers

Fresh cut the day before



And you couldn't find a smile

If you nailed it to his face

But Jesus Christ hangs his head with grace



And if Venice is sinking

I'm going under

'Cause beauty's religion

And its Christened me with wonder



They come in bent-backed

Creeping 'cross the floor all dressed in black

Candles, thick as pillars

You can buy one off the floor

And the ceiling's painted gold

Mary's hair is red

The old come here to kiss their dead



And if Venice is sinking

I'm going under

'Cause beauty's religion

And its Christened me with wonder



We made love upon a bed

That sagged down to the floor

In a room that had a postcard on the door

Of Marini's Little Man

With an erection on a horse

It always leaves me laughing

Leaves me feeling that of course if



Venice is sinking

I'm going under

'Cause beauty's religion

And its Christened me with wonder



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