looking down Somebody's looking down Bitter fruit, dead weight Bitter fruit, dead weight Bitter fruit, dead weight Bitter fruit, dead weight Bitter fruit, dead weight Bitter fruit
on a street called shame But the sins are the sweetest part Now no one's left to blame And I found out that I have a taste For the bitter fruit
Translation: Myers, Billie. Bitter Fruit.
Translation: Blue Rodeo. Bitter Fruit.
so close to heaven Don't give me your farewell No devil can ever steal your heart away Don't believe his promises His forbidden fruit Sure will turn out bitter
No, I'm not bitter, I'm not mad Well, maybe just a little just a tad I know every apple here ain't bad But I found a worm in every single one I had Boys
the Night Comes Down The moon promises she'll bring you back to me Are you lonely, are you lonely? Are you lonely when the night comes down? Bitter fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the
time The dust has been collecting on the corners of my mind But I've shed my tears in bitter drops until the thorn trees bloomed To take the spiky fruit
chains of gold Men knew it was wrong but they looked away And led them to toil in fields of white As they turned their necks to a bitter landscape Oh
, yeah It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, yeah It's alright, it's alright Better ask questions before you shoot Deceit and betrayal's a bitter fruit
an Oxnard beach Full of fever dreams that scare you sober into salt-less dinners Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth Is it bitter
young, too soon you're old But while the voice within me cries I'm sure someone may answer my call This bitter earth may not be so bitter after all This bitter
always love you And I can't forget the days when you were mine Forgiving you is easy But forgetting seems to take the longest time The bitter fruit
What it through I cana??t see there Mama say Let there be Easily Said and done I cana??t feel I am numb Bitter dream Fruit so raw Winter cold Let me out
the time flux hand and hand with clear mind Chords are harmonious like the rhythm of windchimes Peel back the rhyme and examine the fruit Rotten to the
factory packing the shelves It was hell 'cause the foreman was always harassing me Like, "How's your little old music thing going?" Now I'm like, "How's your bitter
Got these boots made for rockin', kickin' ass and steppin' over lines Passed down to me from my daddy's daddy's dad In my family tree the fruit is bitter
