Little Empty Boat
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.
Pequeño Bote Vacío
Me encontraste en alguna fiesta,
Pensaste que entendería...
Viniste hacia mí a toda velocidad,
Con una bebida en cada mano.
Respeto tus creencias, chica,
Y te considero una amiga,
Pero ya he nacido una vez,
No quiero volver a nacer.
Tu conocimiento es impresionante
Y tu argumento es bueno,
Pero yo soy la resurrección, nena,
Y estás pisando mi pie...
Pero mi pequeño bote está vacío,
No avanza;
Y mi remo está roto,
No rema rema rema...
Mi pequeño bote está vacío,
No avanza;
Y mi remo está roto,
No rema rema rema...
Tu diminuta carita
No para de hablar en la penumbra;
Siete pasos detrás de mí
Con tu recogedor y escoba.
No puedo evitar imaginarte
Toda erguida y tendida,
Pero hay un hombrecito en mi hombro
Que dice que debería irme solo a casa...
Pero sigues acercándote a mí
Y te ves bastante enojada;
Esa tumba que has cavado entre
Tus piernas es difícil de resistir...
Pero mi pequeño bote está vacío,
No avanza;
Y mi remo está roto,
No rema rema rema...
Mi pequeño bote está vacío,
No avanza;
Y mi remo está roto,
No rema rema rema.
Dale a Dios lo que es de Dios
Y dame el resto a mí;
Dile a nuestro amable anfitrión que se joda,
Es hora de irnos...
Pero mi pequeño bote está vacío,
No avanza;
Y mi remo está roto,
No rema rema rema...
Mi pequeño bote está vacío,
No avanza;
Y mi remo está roto,
No rema rema rema.