And If Venice Is Sinking

C Jesus hangs behind the glass F Above venetian doors G Am G His window box boasts crimson flowers fresh cut the day before C And you couldn't find a smile F If you nailed it to his face G Am G But Jesus Christ hangs his head with grace F And if Venice is sinking C G I'm going under F 'Cause beauty's religion Am G C F G Am G C And its Christened me with wonder C They come in bent-backed F Creeping 'cross the floor all dressed in black G Am G Candles, thick as pillars, you can buy one off the floor C And the ceiling's painted gold F Mary's hair is red G Am G The old come here to kiss their dead F And if Venice is sinking C G I'm going under F 'Cause beauty's religion Am G C F G Am G C And its Christened me with wonder C F G F Am G C C We made love on a bed F That sagged down to the floor G Am G C In a room that had a postcard on the door C Of Marini's Little Man F With an erection on a horse G Am G It always leaves me laughing, leaves me feeling that, of course if F And if Venice is sinking C G I'm going under F 'Cause beauty's religion C G C F G Am G And it's Christened me with wonder