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....