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 mother fucker»
(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
Ha-haaa!
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 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
Haaaa! Haaaa! Haaaa!
The joke is come upon me