Nimrod's Son

One night upon my motorcycle through the desert sped

And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead

My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head

"You are the son of a motherfucker"

(One, two, three, four)

I shook all night and held her hand

Shocked, repeating "Well I'll be damned"

Land of plenty, land of fun

To find out I'm Nimrod's son

Oh, bury me

Far away, please

Bury me

Ha-ha

The joke is come upon me

In my motorcycle mirror, I think about the life I've led

And how my soul's been leaking out the holes where I had bled

My image spoke to me, yes, to me it often said

"You are the son of incestuous union"

(One, two, three)

Now my head is clear, my roof has walls

My daughter's pure, my son is tall

Land of plenty, land of fun

To find out I'm Nimrod's son

Oh, bury me far away, please

Bury me

Ha, ha, ha

The joke is come upon me