Porcupine Tree "Four Chords That Made A Million" lyrics

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Four Chords That Made A Million

Six of one, a half a dozenBlack guitars and plastic bluesHide behind a wall of nothingNothing said and nothing new

Four chords that made a million

You belong there on the coverYou are the emperor in new clothesA man who thinks he owns the futureWill sell you a vacuum with his prose

Four chords that made a million

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

Four chords that made a million

And I have tried and I have diedTrying to get throughBut in the end I can't defend you

Four chords that made a million

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