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 its 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
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
And if Venice is sinking
I'm going under
'Cause beauty's religion
And its Christened me with wonder
And If Venice Is Sinking Video (MV)
Performed By: Spirit Of The West
Length: 3:52
Written by: Geoffrey Kelly, Hugh Richard Campbell Mcmillan, John Fraser Mann, Linda Mae Humphries, Vince Richard Ditrich
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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 its 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
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
And if Venice is sinking
I'm going under
'Cause beauty's religion
And its Christened me with wonder
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 its 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
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
And if Venice is sinking
I'm going under
'Cause beauty's religion
And its Christened me with wonder
Writer: Geoffrey Kelly, Hugh Richard Campbell Mcmillan, John Fraser Mann, Linda Mae Humphries, Vince Richard Ditrich
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.