four chords that made a million

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