C
Jesus
hangs behind the glass
F
Above
venetian doors
G
His
window box boasts crimson
Am
flowers
fresh cut the
G
day
be
C
fore
C
And
you couldn't find a smile
F
If
you nailed it to his face
G
But
Jesus Christ
Am
hangs
his head with
G
grace
And if
F
Venice
is sinking
C
I'm
going
G
under
F
'Cause
beauty's religion
And it's
C
christened
me with
G
wonder
(C
-
F
-
G
-
Am
-
G)
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
F
Venice
is sinking
C
I'm
going
G
under
F
'Cause
beauty's religion
And it's
C
christened
me with
G
wonder
F
-
G
-
F
-
Am
-
G
-
C
We made love on 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
I
F
f
Venice is sinking
C
I'm
going
G
under
F
'Cause
beauty's religion
And it's
C
christened
me with
G
wonder
If
F
Venice
is sinking
C
I'm
going
G
under
F
'Cause
beauty's religion
And it's
C
christened
me with
G
wonder