Nimrod's Son

one night upon my motorcycle

through the desert sped

and smashed my body so bad

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

choke the people 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



ahhh... the joke has come upon me



in my motorcycle mirror i think about the life i've led

and how my soul's been leaking

all the holes where i have bled

my image spoke to me, yes to me and 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



ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, the joke has come upon me