You found me at some party,

you thought I'd understand...

You barreled over to me,

with a drink in each hand.

I respect your beliefs girl

and I consider you a friend,

but I've already been born once,

I don't wanna be born again.

Your knowledge is impressive

and your argument is good,

But I am the resurrection babe

and your standin' on my foot...



But my little boat is emtpy,

it don't go;

And my oar is broken,

it don't row row row...

My little boat is empty,

it don't go;

And my oar is broken,

it don't row row row...



Your tiny little face

keeps yappin' in the gloom;

seven steps behind me

with your dust-pan and broom.

I can't help but imagine you

all postured and prone,

but there's a little guy on my shoulder

'says I should go home alone...

But you keep leaning in on me

and you're lookin' pretty pissed;

that grave you've dug between

your legs is hard to resist...



But my little boat is empty,

it don't go;

And my oar is broken,

it don't row row row...

My little boat is empty,

it don't go;

and my oar is broken,

it don't row row row.



Give to God what belongs to God

and give the rest to me;

tell our gracious host to fuck himself,

it's time for us to leave...

But my little boat is empty,

it don't go;

and my oar is broken,

it don't row row row...

My little boat is empty,

it don't go;

and my oar is broken,

it don't row row row.