| STING - STRANGE FRUIT (Billie Holiday) | |
| Southern trees bear a strange fruit, | |
| Blood on the leaves and blood at the root | |
| Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze | |
| Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. | |
| Pastoral scene of the gallant South | |
| Bulging eyes and the twisted mouth | |
| Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh | |
| And the sudden smell of burning flesh. | |
| Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck | |
| For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck | |
| For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop | |
| Here is a strange and bitter crop. |