the 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
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
Moon, January 1994) Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit
, 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
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
Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black body swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the
to me It doesn't mean anything at all Oh comely All of your friends are all letting you blow Bristling and ugly Bursting with fruits falling out from
're feeling fine Running (?) every time and every sign every line and every crime No snack, it bring you curse No sweat, you like your worse strange fruit
is gone No one can protect you fro it once you turn it on." "It will led you into some strange pursuits, Lead you to the land of forbidden fruits. It
/Paice) I wasn't in the room when the action was going down I may have been there once but at the time I was out of town I'm seeing strange fruit, they
gate and scratch The gaunt fruit of passion Dies in the light Stranger than kindness Your sleeping hands journey They loiter Stranger than kindness
Strange fruit I roll up in my ford taurus Emissions I wont pass like Gandalf at Moria Way out of order Sedan with four doors Pull out garage and lost
stinks. Bunk: You've been drinking, Don Ian: I can hear your aura and it's bad, man. Don: Listen, there are many strange things that science doesn't
(feat. Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Lauryn Hill, Prazwell...) [Wyclef] (Come on) Root to the fruit More bass than Bootsy Collins You verses me Thats like
knows he must be near, He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier. Each step he takes, the perfumes change From familiar fragrance to flavours strange
riz Dans le rouage, digue ou font naufrage leurs exquis Plein de peur, l'inconnu qui derange s'extirpant doucement de la fange Pas prevu au depart, chaque reussite a sa place dans un Strange
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