Lyrics:

One night upon my motorcycle through the desert sped,**lf**And smashed my body so bad, all my friends thought I was dead.**lf**My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head,**lf**''You are the son of a motherfucker.''**lf****lf**One, two, three, four...**lf****lf**I shook all night and held her hand -- choke the people, well, I''ll be damned.**lf**Land of plenty, land of fun, to find out I''m Nimrod''s son.**lf****lf**Oh, bury me far away, please bury me.**lf**Ah... the joke has come upon me!**lf****lf**In my motorcycle mirror, I think about the life I''ve led,**lf**And how my soul''s been leaking, all the holes where I have bled.**lf**My image spoke to me, yes to me, and often said,**lf**''You are the son of incestuous union.''**lf****lf**One, two, three...**lf****lf**Now my head is clear, my roof has walls, my daughter''s pure, my son is tall.**lf**Land of plenty, land of fun, to find out I''m Nimrod''s son.**lf****lf**Oh, bury me far away, please bury me.**lf**Ah... the joke has come upon me!