Letra de Nimrod's Son (Live from The Fallout Shelter, 1986)
AlrightOne night upon my motorcycle through the desert speed 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, fourI shook all night and held her hand Chocolate people, well, I'll be damned Land of plenty, land of fun To find out I'm Nimrod's sonOh, bury me Far away please Bury meHa-ha-ha The joke has come upon meIn 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, threeNow my head is clear, my luke hands washed My daughter's pure, my son is tall Land of plenty, land of fun To find out I'm Nimrod's sonOh, bury me Far away please Bury meHa! Ha! Ha! The joke has come upon me