"Fiddle Riddle"

SUBJECT: "I saw the probe, long after the last trace of humankind had slowly vanished; it was moving on still, operating perfectly, as its creators intended." - Frank in the press kit for the album

while listening to teenager a while back, I thought I might have solved the fiddle riddle...the "face" on which man stands is that of the earth, but he abuses his gift and winds up extinct. But the machines he created live on and live equally futile lives...am I right?
Frank Black: You ah smaht. A sci fi story I read somewhere.
- online chat, 1/01

LYRICS:
Once stood a man on my face / Ohh yeah, on my face / Gobbled him up 'cause my taste / Leaves nothing to waste / Hear the riddle that I say / What is fair is fair / That is fair and square / To me / Piano it marks the good pace / Oh 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

LIVE: yes

ACOUSTIC: don't think so