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, 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 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
Venice is sinking, I'm going under
'Cause beauty's religion and it's christened me with wonder