You found me at some party
You thought I'd understand
You barrelled 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 want 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
My oar is broken, it don't row row row
My little boat is empty, it don't go
My oar is broken, it don't row row row

Your tiny little face
Keeps yapping in the gloom
Seven steps behind me
With your dustpan 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 looking a little 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 gives the rest to me
Tell the 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

Row row row