"Brent Black" as written by and Rob Derhak Chuck Garvey....
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

[Repeat: x2]
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


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"Brent Black" as written by Chuck Garvey Al Schnier

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