Strange Fruit
(L. Allan)
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 the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
And the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is the 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 is a strange and bitter crop
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(I. Hanson/T. Hanson/Z. Hanson)
I've seen pictures,
Well, I saw you just the other day.
And I couldn't help but look your way.
You've got this special look,
That has got me completely hooked.
Chorus:
Pictures on the wall, pictures everywhere,
Pictures on the wall, everywhere I stare,
Pictures on the wall,
On the ceiling and on the floor. (End Of Chorus)
I'm in a metal room and I can not find the door.
Will this feeling ever go away?
Or will this feeling stay?
Will this feeling ever go away?
Because I can't live the rest of my life th
I've seen pictures,
Well, I saw you just the other day.
And I couldn't help but look your way.
You've got this special look,
That has got me completely hooked.
Chorus:
Pictures on the wall, pictures everywhere,
Pictures on the wall, everywhere I stare,
Pictures on the wall,
On the ceiling and on the floor. (End Of Chorus)
I'm in a metal room and I can not find the door.
Will this feeling ever go away?
Or will this feeling stay?
Will this feeling ever go away?
Because I can't live the rest of my life th