Four Chords That Made A Million — Porcupine Tree

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