Letras
I talked to my banjo guy on Friday
I sent him a message in the clear
I asked him to fly down to St. Pete... we hoped a violin might appear
And sure enough that message, that plaintext on the wire
Was intercepted by a fiddler... with a three-letter qualifier
She said, 'I'm the Nanny State Fiddler'
I fiddle with your data every day
A nanny state fiddler plays the violin this way
And much to my amazement, she showed up on my porch
She wore a suit and had dark shades, but her instrument had been torched
She had learned just about all my songs from a warrantless wiretap
But she played them all like I'd never seen... with a broke stroke and a slap
She's the nanny state fiddler
She fiddles with your data every night
A nanny state fiddler
Replays her darkness in your light
She saved me from myself when I almost wronged the man
She knew me better than my mom and dad... maybe that was the plan
She said, 'let me fiddle with your life, new friend'
I'll be your backbeat
And if you need a listening ear, I'll be eavesdropping from my seat
I'm the nanny state fiddler
I read your data when I can
I get a little lonesome when I read your math cuz it messes with my plan
I'm the nanny state fiddler
I read your data every day
A nanny state fiddler plays the violin this way
I'm the nanny state fiddler
I fiddle with your data every night
A nanny state fiddler
Replays your darkness in her light