Pixies - Live From the Fallout Shelter, 1986

Nimrod's Son (Live from the Fallout Shelter)

Alright

One 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, 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

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'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 luke hands washed
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

Ha! Ha! Ha!
The joke has come upon me

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Writer(s): Charles Thompson
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