Lyrics Nimrod's Son (Live) - Pixies
One
night
upon
my
motorcycle
through
the
desert
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
Chocolate
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
aking
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"
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
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