"Nimrod's Son" lyrics

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