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[Written by Steven Wilson]

Six of one a half a dozen
Black guitars and plastic blues
Hide behind a wall of nothing
Nothing said and nothing new

4 Chords that made a million

You belong there on the cover
You are the emperor in new clothes
A man who thinks he owns the future
Will sell your vacuum with his prose

4 Chords that made a million

And then a moron with a cheque book
Will take you out to lunch who knows ?
He will tell you you're a saviour
And then he'll drop you like a stone

4 Chords that made a million

And I have tried and I have died
Trying to get through
But in the end I can't defend you.

4 Chords that made a million
[Written by Steven Wilson]      Six of one a half a dozen   Black guitars and plastic blues   Hide behind a wall of nothing   Nothing said and nothing new      4 Chords that made a million      You belong there on the cover   You are the emperor in new clothes   A man who thinks he owns the future   Will sell your vacuum with his prose      4 Chords that made a million      And then a moron with a cheque book   Will take you out to lunch who knows ?   He will tell you you're a saviour   And then he'll drop you like a stone      4 Chords that made a million      And I have tried and I have died   Trying to get through   But in the end I can't defend you.      4 Chords that made a million