Lyrics Nimrod's Son (Live from Coachella, Indio, CA. May 1st, 2004) - Pixies

Eh (hold on)
It's really hot today, huh
Alright
Hello Joe, look at you

One night upon my motorcycle through the desert sped
And I 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 I held her hand
Shocked, repeating, "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-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
The joke has come upon me

In my motorcycle mirror, I think about the life I've led
And how my soul did leak in all the holes where I had bled
My image spoke to me, yes, to me, it often said
"You are the son of incestuous union"

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, why?