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 to be born again.





Your knowledge is impressive

And your argument is good

But I am the resurrection, babe,

And you're standing on my foot!





But my little boat is empty

It don't go

And my oar is broken

It don't row, row, row

But my little boat is empty

It don't go

And my oar is broken

It don't row, row, row

(Row!)





Your tiny little face

Keeps yapping in the gloom

Seven steps behind me

With your dustpan and broom.

I couldn't help but imagine you

All postured and prone

But there's a little guy on my shoulder

Says I should go home alone.

You keep leaning in on me

And you're looking 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

But 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

But my little boat is empty

It don't go

And my oar is broken

It don't row, row, row

Row...row...row...row...