Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the
Strange Fruit by Lewis Allen, Sonny White Seven trees Bearin' strange fruit Blood on the leaves And blood at the roots Black bodies Swinging in the
Southern trees bearin' strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hangin' from
prove shit I'm not the type of cat you wanna fool wit It's strange fruit The world plant seeds in my mind, strange fruit Survivalist, basing my life
Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze Strange fruit hangin' from
sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop Here is a strange and bitter crop Here is a strange and bitter crop
just a memory you hold There is no real decay, no feeling of the skin No juice Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit It never lets that sun out, strange fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Her black body's swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from
STING - STRANGE FRUIT (Billie Holiday) Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern
Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves Blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the
Southern trees bearing a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from
Southern trees, bare us strange fruit Blood on the leaves, blood at the roots Black bodies swingin, in the southern breeze All that strange fruit hangin
it in the realm of fantasy You wanted me just for a holiday Or was it to pad your resume? What do you give me but unwanted breakthroughs Strange how
my bright girl near me She's so much taller With a crisp endorsement From the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol She's so meta Reference Stendhal Shares my strange
I not a woman and a sister History sends us such strange messengers They come down through time To embrace to enrage And in their arms even stranger fruit
