The Robbie Gennet Band - Rhymes Lyrics

A cinnamon minister said he crossed into my yard
He looked just like a renegade
So I shot him right through his heart
He gave me a nicklebag just before he died
He opened up his heart to me and this was what's inside

Thirteen grams and a soda can, fill it with gin
A couple of soft soul shoes and a couple of strips of skin
A shotgun shell and a bell that doesn't chime
And he's got a line that waits for no one
And no one ever comes
And nothing ever rhymes

He's got a chocolate congregation and a fat black book of prayer
Preach behind the pulpit to a sea of shiny hair
And deep beneath the steeple
Someone tore a page out of the book of Job
And hid it up under his robe

Along with thirteen grams and a soda can, fill it with gin
A couple of soft soul shoes and a couple of strips of skin
A shotgun shell and a bell that doesn't chime
And he's got a line that waits for no one
And no one ever comes
And nothing ever rhymes

In a pew made of birch in the back of the church, she met him
She didn't want to say
Father did the crime for the second time in back of the gym
He told her not to tell
Or he would go to hell where they punish you for doing the crimes
And nothing ever rhymes

A cinnamon minister said he crossed into my yard
He looked just like a renegade
So I shot him right through his heart
You know he gave me a nicklebag just before he died
He opened up his heart to me and this was what's inside

Here me talking about thirteen grams and a soda can, fill it with gin
A couple of soft soul shoes and a couple of strips of skin
A shotgun shell and a bell that doesn't chime
And he's got a line that waits for no one
And no one ever comes
And nothing ever rhymes
No no it never rhymes
You know nothing ever rhymes
Nothing ever rhymes
And you know that nothing ever rhymes