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
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 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
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 And then, a moron with the chequebook
 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
 Four chords that made a million, million, million