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.