Texty: Beck. Stereopathetic Soul Manure. Rowboat.

Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She don't wanna be my friend no more

Pick me up, give me some food to eat
In your truck, goin' no place
I'll be home talkin' to nobody
You'll be strange, you'll be far away

Big fat moon and my body's out of tune
With the burnin' waves she's a billion years away
Dogfood on the floor and I've been like this before
She is all and everything else is small

Pick me up, give me some alcohol
In your truck, playin' the radio
I'll be home with the gasoline
You'll be stoned, you'll be far away

Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She is all and everything else is small