Fiddle Riddle — текст песни (Frank Black)

Once stood a man on my face

Ooh yeah, on my face

Gobbled him up cause my taste

Leaves nothing to waste

Hear the riddle that I say

Hear the riddle that I say

What is fair is fair

That is fair and square

To me



Piano it marks the good pace

Ooh yeah, the good pace

Dont know if its right, but I like the bass

So turn up the bass

Hear the fiddles as they play

Hear the fiddles as they play

What is fair is fair

And the guitar player



No metal, no brick, was no trace

Oh, no, was no trace

But machines moved on and still chased

No particular place



Hear the riddle that I say

Hear the riddle that I say

What is fair is fair

That is fair and square

To me



What is fair is fair

That is fair and square

To me