Jesus hangs behind the glass Above venitian doors His window box boasts crimson flowers Fresh cut the day before And you couldnt find a smile If you nailed it to his face But Jesus Christ hangs his head with grace And if Venice is sinking Im going under Cause beautys religion And its Christened me with wonder They come in bentbacked Creeping cross the floor all dressed in black Candles, thick as pillars You can buy one off the floor And the ceilings painted gold Marys hair is red The old come here to kiss their dead And if Venice is sinking Im going under Cause beautys 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 Marinis Little Man With an erection on a horse It always leaves me laughing Leaves me feeling that of course if Venice is sinking Im going under Cause beautys religion And its Christened me with wonder repeat chorus
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