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
(repeat chorus)
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