Текст песни Frank Black - Fiddle Riddle
Frank Black - Fiddle Riddle слова песни
Once stood a man on my faceOoh yeah, on my faceGobbled him up cause my tasteLeaves nothing to wasteHear the riddle that I sayHear the riddle that I sayWhat is fair is fairThat is fair and squareTo mePiano it marks the good paceOoh yeah, the good paceDont know if its right, but I like the bassSo turn up the bassHear the fiddles as they playHear the fiddles as they playWhat is fair is fairAnd the guitar playerNo metal, no brick, was no traceOh, no, was no traceBut machines moved on and still chasedNo particular placeHear the riddle that I sayHear the riddle that I sayWhat is fair is fairThat is fair and squareTo meWhat is fair is fairThat is fair and squareTo me