Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nero's Fiddle , by - Clutch. Song from the album Pitchfork & Lost Needles, in the genre Стоунер-рокRelease date: 11.07.2005
Record label: Weathermaker
Song language: English
Nero's Fiddle |
| Sick though it may seem It has always been a dream |
| Of mine to watch you drop |
| Like one million freezing flies |
| Psychopathic my mathematic |
| Always sums to zero |
| Population, your equation always equal hero |
| Burn, burn |
| So the fruits of your labours |
| Have fermented into wine |
| And the sweat that you dripped |
| Is now the honey of the hive |
| The city is a burning sun |
| And I a blooming flower |
| The fire, the flame |
| The passion, the power |
| Burn, burn |
| And you, your kindling, innocent |
| The fruits of your labours |
| Have fermented into wine |
| And the sweat that you dripped |
| Is now the honey of the hive |
| The city is a burning sun |
| And I a blooming flower |
| The fire, the flame |
| The passion, the power |
| Burn, burn |
| The fire, the flame |
| The passion, the power |
| The fire, the flame |
| The passion, the power |