Nimrod's Son

In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
I shook all night and held her hand
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head

One two three four
One two three

To find out I'm Nimrod's son

"You are the son of incestuous union"
My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said
Far away please, bury me

And how my soul's been aching all the holes where I have bled
Land of plenty, land of fun
Now my head is clear, my luke hands washed
The joke has come upon me

To find out I'm Nimrod's son
Far away please, bury me

My daughter's pure, my son is tall

Oh bury me
Chocolate people, well I'll be damned
Oh bury me

Land of plenty, land of fun
"You are the son of a mother fucker"