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