Pixies Nimrod's Son

One night upon my motorcycle through the desert sped
And smashed my body so bad, all my friends thought I was dead
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head
"You are the son of a motherfucker"

One, two, three, four

I shook all night and held her hand
Choke 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
Ahhh! The joke is come upon me

In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
And how my soul's been leaking, 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 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
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! The joke is come upon me