Pixies - Nimrod's son (live) lyrics

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 motherf**er." 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 has 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... the joke has come upon me!