[Written by Steven Wilson] [撰文史蒂芬·威尔逊]

   

Six of one a half a dozen 六一半打的

Black guitars and plastic blues 黑色吉他和塑料蓝调

Hide behind a wall of nothing 躲在一堵墙什么

Nothing said and nothing new 没有说，并没有什么新的

   

4 Chords that made a million 4和弦，使得一百万

   

You belong there on the cover 你属于那里的旗号

You are the emperor in new clothes 你是皇帝新衣

A man who thinks he owns the future 一个人谁认为自己拥有未来

Will sell your vacuum with his prose 将与他的散文推销自己的真空

   

4 Chords that made a million 4和弦，使得一百万

   

And then a moron with a cheque book 然后带支票簿的白痴

Will take you out to lunch who knows ? 将带你出去吃午饭，谁知道？

He will tell you you're a saviour 他会告诉你，你是救世主

And then he'll drop you like a stone 然后他会送你像石头

   

4 Chords that made a million 4和弦，使得一百万

   

And I have tried and I have died 我也试过，我已经死了

Trying to get through 试图打通

But in the end I can't defend you. 但最终，我不能为你辩护。

   

4 Chords that made a million 4和弦，使得一百万