Tori Amos – Strange Fruit Lyrics  Share

Hum... Yes, a little, hum, hu-hum... hahm...
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves, an^, blood at the root.
Black bodies swingin^, in the Southern breeze.
Strange fruit hangin^, from the Poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
The scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh,
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Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange an^, bitter crop...
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