Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here’s a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop
Here’s a strange and bitter crop

Losowe piosenki:
Walking The Floor Over You
It Goes Without Saying
Amen
I'll Never Grow Tired Of You
Diana 2
Jet
IT'S A TUFF LIFE