And If Venice Is Sinking

Jesus hangs behind the glass
 Above Venetian 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 it's 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
 And Mary's hair is red
 The old come here to kiss their dead
 And if Venice is sinking
 I'm going under
 It's beauty's religion
 And it's 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 it's Christened me with wonder
 And if Venice is sinking
 I'm going under
 'Cause beauty's religion
 And it's Christened me with wonder