Porcupine Tree - Four Chords That Made A Million текст песни

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