Nimrod's Son کے بول

One night upon my motorcycle Through the desert I 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-ha The joke has 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 Ha-ha, ha-ha The joke has come upon me