Little Empty Boat

You found me at some partyYou thought I'd understandYou barreled over to meWith a drink in each handI 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 impressiveAnd your argument is goodBut I am the resurrection, babe,And you're standing on my foot!

But my little boat is emptyIt don't goAnd my oar is brokenIt don't row, row, rowBut my little boat is emptyIt don't goAnd my oar is brokenIt don't row, row, row(Row!)

Your tiny little faceKeeps yapping in the gloomSeven steps behind meWith your dustpan and broom.I couldn't help but imagine youAll postured and proneBut there's a little guy on my shoulderSays I should go home alone.You keep leaning in on meAnd you're looking pretty pissedThat grave you've dug between your legsIs hard to resist.

But my little boat is emptyIt don't goAnd my oar is brokenIt don't row, row, rowBut my little boat is emptyIt don't goAnd my oar is brokenIt don't row, row, row

Give to God what belongs to GodAnd give the rest to meTell our gracious host to fuck himselfIt's time for us to leave.

But my little boat is emptyIt don't goAnd my oar is brokenIt don't row, row, rowBut my little boat is emptyIt don't goAnd my oar is brokenIt don't row, row, rowRow...row...row...row...