Strange Fruit - The Last Gang

Sing sing

Sing, sing your heart out

I can’t feel you here

Swing, swing strange fruit

From butterfly trees

You’re not alone

You were never alone

Never alone

Negotiate this labyrinth to the very dark and natural

Freedom to fail but some things come so much better full

Swing, swing from instinct to introns

From ego to intellect

Survival, evolution crawling out of the wrecked

You were never alone, alone

A bitter shock when you dropped

Cause you were never alone, alone

A bitter shock when you dropped

Ana Rose, Ana Rose, Ana Rose

White dress, marrow to bone

White dress

Hanging in a white dress

In a white dress and she’s marrow to the bone

Hanging in a white dress

In a white dress

She’s hanging in a white dress and she’s marrow to the bone

It’s a love of suicide

It’s calling, it’s calling Ana Rose

It’s a love of suicide

It’s calling, it’s coming, it’s crawling

Sing sing

Sing, sing your heart out

I can’t feel you here

Swing, swing strange fruit

From butterfly trees

You’re not alone

You were never alone, alone

A bitter shock when you dropped

Cause you were never alone, alone

A bitter shock when you dropped

Ana Rose, Ana Rose, Ana Rose

White dress, marrow to bone