Strange Fruit for David Lyrics

Title: Strange Fruit for David
Chords:
I was a young man, starving and drinking
And trying, to become a writer
And I remember that apartment, the smell of mice and dust
And the old woman with the pretty legs. All the kisses that I lost
to your neck.
I am a tennis player, playing on both sides of the net. And I-I-
I will get you yet
And I will turn you I will turn you like a tattooed pigskin
And this time you wont forget my face. Read my lips.
A sculpure is a sculpture marmelade is marmelade
And a sculture of marmelade is a sculpture but it isn't marmelade
She said with you inside me comes the knowledge of my death
But I still had some oranges left underneath the bed
Instrumental
I came to you. I came to depend on you.
I came upon you. I came upon your floor.
But the God should be left alone one musn't
Bang upon the door
She said that for everything that is visible there is a copy that is hidden
She said nothing takes on light until it has been eaten
I was working the hole with the sailor you wonder
Why you dont get invited to more parties. Read my lips.
A sculpure is a sculpture marmelade is marmelade
And a sculture of marmelade is a sculpture but it isn't marmelade
She said with you inside me comes the knowledge of my death
But I still had some oranges left underneath the bed
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