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