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
 In tropic heat, 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 luke hands washed
 My daughter's pure
 My son is whole
 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