Catherine Wheel Follow

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

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

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