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