Porcupine Tree - 4 Chords That Made a Million lyrics

Six of one a half a dozen Black guitars and plastic blues Hide behind a wall of nothing Nothing said and nothing new Four 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 Four 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 Four 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. Four chords that made a million