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
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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
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