One night I found my motorcycle through the desert spread
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
Shock 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
The joke has come upon me
In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
And how my soul is leaking out all the holes where I had bled
My image spoke to me, yes to me, and mm mm said
"You are the son of incestuous union."
One, two, three, four
Now, my head is clear
My mm mm mm
My daughter's pure
My son is whole
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son
Oh, bury me far away, please, bury me
The joke has come upon me