I've been inside this fruit when juices flow
But the taste is 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

This is sweet the soul the flesh I wish
It's the liquid that I miss
There is no real decay
The flesh is barely bruised
It's no use

Strange fruit, strange fruit
Sonic juice inside my head
This fever is so concentrated
Oh no what a shame

Climb the tree and shake this passion down
But this fruit won't even kiss the ground
There is no real decay
The flesh is barely grazed
There's no way

Strange fruit, strange fruit, strange fruit

Copyright: Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON