[Verse 1]
Six of one and half a dozen
Black guitars and plastic blues
Hide behind a wall of nothing
Nothing said and nothing new

[Chorus]
Four chords that made a million
Four chords that made a million, million, million

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
Four chords that made a million
Four chords that made a million, million, million
Four chords that made a million, million, million

[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
Four chords that made a million
Four chords that made a million, million, million
Four chords that made a million, million, million

[Bridge]
And I have tried, and I have died
Trying to get through
But in the end, I can't defend you

[Chorus]
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