If Venice Is Sinking

If Venice Is Sinking

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