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, row, row   Row, row, row   Row, row