Nimrod's Son

One night upon my motorcycle through the desert speed

And it 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 mother ******"

One two three four

I shook all night and held her hand

Chocolate 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 ledAnd how my soul's been aching 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 luke hands washed

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

The joke has come upon me