Nightmare, pure fiction dream
And you can not hear your own scream
You are a strange fruit
Hanging in the tree
Blood on the roots
You're k**ing me
Missing the blood-red wine
And you're dead after 9
Feeling kind of strange
With the rope around your neck
You are a strange fruit
Hanging in the tree
Blood on the roots
You're k**ing me
A black shadow comes around your neck
And wonders if you want to be the sailor
Under deck
Six f**ing feet under ground
And you still can hear the cathedral sound
Was this the people's choice
Or was this god's own voice
Darkness underground
And you can't hear a sound
You're bound