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