This is a strange and bitter fruit
Because you taught me to sing
And the rhythm in my heart
And the rhythm in my feet is -
Yellow, black, red and white
Like birds in their cages
Beating their wings on the bars
And there's a song that they're singing
It's a word in their hearts
And I saw hope in his face
Drug dealing, not learning
Haunted by white-sheeted ghouls
And I saw hope in her face
Rock throwing, not knowing
And I can never know the pain
And I saw hope in my face
Tear apart hate tear apart hate
Tear apart hate tear apart hate
Tear apart hate tear apart hate...