Four Chords That Made A Million

Lyrics for Four Chords That Made A Million

Six of one and 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 Four chords that made a million, million, million You belong there on the cover You are the emperor in new clothes A man who thinks he owns the future Will sell you vacuum with his prose Four chords that made a million Four chords that made a million, million, million Four chords that made a million, million, 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 Four chords that made a million, million, million Four chords that made a million, million, 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 Four chords that made a million, million, million Four chords that made a million, million, million