Nimrod's Son

One night upon my motorcycle through the desert spead
And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead
And how my soul's been leaking out the holes where I had bled

"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

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 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