Jesus hangs behind the glass
His window box boasts crimson flowers
And you couldn't find a smile
If you nailed it to his face
But Jesus Christ hangs his head with grace
And its Christened me with wonder
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
The old come here to kiss their dead
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