Frank Black - Fiddle Riddle lyrics

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 ba** So turn up the ba** 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