One night upon my motorcycle through the desert spead
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 mother $#&@er"

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


Ha-haaa
The joke has come upon me


In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
And how my soul's been aking 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


Ha-ha Ha-ha
The joke has come upon me