Paroles de Southern Trees

We get so high, did you ever realise The things you do, they will come back to haunt you Did you read the sign, did you have to make up all those lies In misspent youth, it will all come back some time Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves, and blood at the root After all this time, the years don't mean that much to you And part of me cries, as the days and the months pass by Can you feel the pressure of life, raining down on you And part of me dies, dies, because love can be compromised Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves, and blood at the root Santa magnolia, and blood at the root Southern trees