Текст песни Four Chords - PUP

Quarterly meetings
The board of directors
We try and determine
How best to proceed

I said I play piano
I start learning last Thursday
I spent every cent of the label money on this thing

Show me four chords, it should be enough
To make something that nobody wanted
All your friends, they hate my guts
They only listen to Noise-Punk, or nothing

And they haven't listened
To any new music since college
It all makes them sick to their stomachs
And I never liked them, so they can all shove it

(Fuck)