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...