4 Chords that made a millon

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

4 acordes que hicieron un millon

Seis de uno una mitad una docena
Guitarras negras y plastico azul
Escondido detras de una pared de nada
Nada dicho y nada nuevo

Cuatro acordes que hicieronn un millon

Tu perteneces alli en la cubierta
Sos el emperador en rompas nuevas
Un hombre que piensa que el futuro es suyo
Vendera su vacio con su prosa

Cuatro acordes que hacen un millon

Y luego un idiota con una chequera ( talonario )
Te sacara a cenar, quien sabe ?
El te dira que eres un salvador
Y luego te arrojara como una piedra

Cuatro acordes que hicieron un millon

Y he tratado y he muerto
Tratando de atravezar
Pero al final no puedo defenderte

Cuatro acordes que hicieronn un millon