Holy Toledo

Seven-Hundred Churches Holy Toledo Yet we don't know Why sin stretches from the east side To the old west end Seven-hundred Churches Yet sin surges like the crowd at the end of a walleye game Stumbling home drunk still proud of the name Holy Toledo But we know the truth A fifth third of these churches aint churchin Too chicken, to live in their destiny Five-hundred The number of churches left over if each church adopted One waiting kid Who are we kidding Whose theology preaches adoption anyway Keep throwing em away Kids, like bulletins Nobody looking at em But we like to look at Art Churches taking after the Museum Collecting dust and living in the past all while Patting ourselves on the back One-hundred and twenty-eight Dollars Tithe to the zoo Preaching the lion and the lamb Until confronted online Then clamming up Without any elephants to justify the smell Eighty Square miles With a church on every corner Holy Toledo Too bad the stain glass Doesn’t work like a mirror Glass City, Fitting Cracks splitting wide If only one of these churches had a carpenter Thirty-eight Homicides Twice as many churches Prophesying A move to the suburbs Not your imagination Congregations leaving the station Blessed Exodus Ten infant deaths No room at the inn Without Holy Matrimony No Holy Toledo [Interlude] One Church One choice One City With One Voice One King One God One Bride Zero, Facade It all adds up To you