yes, mama said i gotta pray for you: you that are the freaks and wierdos; the melancholic and morose; the lunatic and the lonely; the wrathful and the vengeful; the failing and the fetid; the undeserving and the desperate; the deluded and the deranged: some strange fruit for you from me with love lunacy maligned malignant i'm just like you make it end make it end make it end
some Siouxsie, for you my darklyshinings:
and the original Billie Holiday
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and 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 bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' 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 tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop