Nimrod’s Son

[Verse 1]
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
Whispered to my bleeding head
"You are the son of a mother fucker"

[Bridge 1]
I shook all night and held her hand
Shock the people, well I'll be damned

[Chorus]
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, bury me
Far away, please
Bury me
Ha-ha-ha-ha
The joke is come upon me, that's right

[Verse 2]
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 and often said
"You are the son of incestuous union"

[Bridge 2]
Now my head is clear, my roof has walls
My daughter's pure, my son is tall

[Chorus]
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, bury me
Far away, please
Bury me
Ha-ha-ha
The joke is come upon me
The joke is come upon me