UB40 - Strange Fruit |
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Strange Fruit
UB40 Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck Here is a strange and bitter cropFor the sun to rot, for the trees to drop |
