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 Creaking '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 If Venice is sinking I'm going under '
Cause beauty's religion And its Christened me with wonder