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 motherfucker." 

  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 
  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 it often said 
  "You are the son of incestuous union." 

  One, two, three, four 

  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 
  The joke has come upon me 

		Black Francis
		(p) 1987 4-A-D