M.O.E. - Brent Black lyrics

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