fiddle riddle

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

don't know if it's 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