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 killing 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 killing me
A black shadow comes around your neck

And wonders if you want to be the sailor
Under deck
Six $#&@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