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Welcome To The Internet Chords

[Verse 1]
Dm
Welcome to the internet. Have a look around.
Gm
Anything that brain of yours can think of can be found.
          F
We've got mountains of content. Some better, some worse.
   A7
If none of it's of interest to you, you'd be the first.
 
 
[Verse 2]
Dm
Welcome to the internet. Come and take a seat.
          Gm
Would you like to see the news or any famous women's feet.
        F
There's no need to panic. This isn't a test (huh huh).
 A7
Just nod or shake your head and we'll do the rest.
 
 
[Verse 3]
Dm
Welcome to the internet. What would you prefer.
          Gm
Would you like to fight for civil rights or tweet a racial slur.
   F
Be happy. Be horny. Be bursting with rage.
A7
We got a million different ways to engage
 
 
[Verse 4]
Dm
Welcome to the internet. Put your cares aside.
         Gm
Here's a tip for straining pasta. Here's a nine-year-old who died.
       F
We got movies, and doctors, and fantasy sports.
      A7
And a bunch of colored pencil drawings of all the characters of harry potter fucking
Dm
eachother. 
 
 
[Verse 5]
Welcome to the internet. Hold on to your socks.
         Gm
'cause a random guy just kindly sent you photos of his cock.
         F
They are grainy and off-putting. He just sent you more.
A7
Dont act surprised. You know you like it, you whore.
 
 
[Verse 6]
Dm
See a man beheaded. Get offended, see a shrink.
        Gm
Show us pictures of your children. Tell us every thought you think.
        F
Start a rumor, buy a broom or send a death threat to a boomer.
   A7
Or DM a girl and groom her. Do a Zoom or find a tumor in your-
 
 
[Verse 7]
Dm
Here's a healthy breakfast option. You should kill your mom.
           Gm
Here's why women never fuck you. Here's how you can build a bomb.
      F
Which Power Ranger are you? Take this quirky quiz.
 A7                           A7   Gm   F    E     Dm
Obama sent the immigrants. To vac- cin- ate- your- kids.
 
 
[Chorus]
         Dm
Could I interest you in everything, all of the time?
  Gm
A little bit of everything. All of the time.
F
Apathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime.
A7*
Anything and everything. All of the time.
 
         Dm
Could I interest you in everything, all of the time?
  Gm
A little bit of everything. All of the time.
F
Apathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime.
A7*
Anything and everything. All of the time.
 
 
[Interlude]
Dm C Bb A7
 
 
[Verse 8]
Dm        C                     Bb     A7
You know, it wasn't always like this
Dm       C
Not very long ago
Bb               A7
Just before your time
Dm           C
Right before the towers fell
Bb           A7
Circa '99
 
 
[Verse 9]
         Gm
This was catalogues
 Dm
Travel blogs
A7             Dm
A chat room or two
            Gm        Dm
We set our sights and spent our nights
A7        C7
Waiting
 
 
[Bridge 1]
    Fmaj7
For you
Dm7
You
  Gm7      C7
Insatiable you
      Fmaj7            Dm7
Mommy let you use her iPad
Gm7             C7
You were barely two
       Dm          Dmmaj7/C#
And it did all the things
   Dm7/C          Bb
We designed it to do
 
 
[Interlude]
    Bb
Now look at you
    C
Oh, look at you
D
You
 
 
[Bridge 2]
Gmaj7       Em7
You
  Am7         D7
Unstoppable, watchable
     Gmaj7              Em7
Your time is now. Your inside's out.
Am7            D7
Honey, how you grew
       Em         Emmaj7/D#
And if we stick together
    Em7/D            A
Who knows what we'll do
       C            D
It was always the plan
           B7             C
To put the world in your hand
 
 
Em Em/B Em Em/B Em Em/B Em Em/B
(laughing)
 
 
[Chorus]
         Em
Could I interest you in everything, all of the time?
  Am
A bit of everything. All of the time.
G
Apathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime.
B7*
Anything and everything. All of the time.
 
         Em
Could I interest you in everything, all of the time?
  Am
A little bit of everything. All of the time.
G
Apathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime.
B7
Anything and everything
B7
And anything and everything
B7
And anything and everything
    N.C
And all of the time
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