Toledo

Sitting in the Church Of the Holy McDonald's

I took off my shoes

Like the Buddhists told me to

And I make my sacred offering

And I dip my hands in Pepsi

Sailed off to Virginia

And expelled all the Jews

And maybe all the things

You thought you got coming to you

Ain't coming to you

Not in this life

And maybe all the promises

You thought were broken

Were never really made

Promises never made

You say the stars quit shining

Quit shining on your head

Even the moon stopped coming up

Some old streetlight instead

But standing in the fields

Beneath the universe, you hurt

'Cause as the Milky Way whirls over you

All you got is dirt

And don't worry 'bout the Jews

They'll do fine in Lithuania

And bring a picture of the Virgin Larry

To your cousin in Carolina

And maybe all the promises

You thought were broken

Were never really made

Promises never made

And I'm closer to God

Than I've ever been before

Walking the streets of Spain

Painting Karl Marx on every door

Groucho Marx on every door

Mark of the Beast on every door

Santa Maria

Gloria Padre

Holy candy wrapper

'Neath the foot of Sierra Madre

And there's no use even trying

To sing 'til after midnight

Let's start the day with music

And wake up everybody

That's fool enough to try sleeping

Before it's getting light out

It's summer in Toledo

And I saw three ships a-sailing

And maybe all the things

You thought you got coming to you

Ain't coming to you

Not in this life

And maybe all the promises

You thought were broken

Were never really made

Promises never made