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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
