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Six of one a half a dozen
black guitars and plastic blues
hide behind a wall of nothing
nothing said and nothing new
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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 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