Brent Black - moe.

Here’s the whole truth

I know it’s true

I made it up myself

And I impart it to you

It’s not the bait

At the end of your line

It’s the fishing hole

Where all the fish is blind

Here’s the whole truth

I know it’s true

I made it up myself

And I impart it to you

It’s not the driver

Of the speedy fast car

It’s the engine proper

That helps you get where you are

Time will show you who you are

We’re all just hapless victims

Of knowledge and learning and such

The man you thought you licked 'em

But you choked in the clutch

Brent Black, you said it yourself

It’s an ethereal kind of flu

A Mac virus reveals the plot

Of the fiendish Fu Man Chu

Here’s the whole truth

I know it’s true

Made it up myself

And I impart it to you

(YOU!)

It’s not the drinking

Of the suds you partake

It’s more the clinking

And the toast that you make

Time will show you where you are

Brent Black

Where did you go?

They stole your face

And you missed the show

(Third Verse Repeated 2x)

We’re all just hapless victims

Of knowledge and learning and such

The man you thought you licked 'em

But you choked in the clutch

Brent Black, you said it yourself

It’s an ethereal kind of flu

A Mac virus reveals the plot

Of the fiendish Fu Man Chu