Nimrod’s Son


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
Shock 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-haaa
The joke is come upon me
In my motorcycle mirror I’ve been thinking about the life I’ve led
And how my soul did leak in all the holes where I had 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 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-ha
The joke has come upon me

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