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
 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
 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
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 Ha-ha
 
 The joke has come upon me
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 In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
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 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
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 The joke has come upon me