Interpret:

Nick Cave

Album:

B-Sides & Rarities (CD 3)

You found me at some party
You thought I'd understand
You barrelled 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 want 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
My oar is broken, it don't row row row
My little boat is empty, it don't go
My oar is broken, it don't row row row


Your tiny little face
Keeps yapping in the gloom
Seven steps behind me
With your dustpan 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 looking a little 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 gives the rest to me
Tell the 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


Row row row