Verse 1:
        F
I can't tell you what's worse
            Ab
The message was terse
               F
Outright white supremecists
F
Or America first
Ab
I think they both sell merch
F                     Ab
The whole place seems a little bit cursed
          Bbsus2
It's like somebody might have been
Db
Living here first

Verse 2:
F                        Ab
Incels in cellars from a long line of failures
           F                      Ab
Underneath rumble umbrellas daily wire'ing with the fellas
        F
Chromag maga hate cave dwellers
            Ab
The tale is older than the tellers
            Bbsus2                Db
The tail is older than old yeller

Verse 3:
    F
The internet is incarnate
    Ab
Manifested, given birth
             F
There's some spillage in a village
               Ab
Near where I'm living here on earth
       F
It's a disgrace to the natural state
            Ab
There ain't much that ain't
        F
Hey Bill
        Ab
Hey Billy
    F
Hey Sarah
      Ab
Hey Tom
Ab
Hey Mike

Verse 4:
              F                                             Ab
Everything is constantly unlike anything you've ever seen before
                                            F
Everything is greater than it's ever been before
F
Pardon the progress
        Ab
Hate is part of the process
             F
Catastrophic nostalgia
      Ab
And delusions of freedom
                   Bbsus2
I think we ate the last apple
       Db
In the garden of Eden

Chorus:
        F                      Ab
All the masks are off and they don't even try
               F
They know that you know that they know
         Ab
And they don't even mind it
        F
All the masks are off
            Ab
And they're getting lazy
               Bbsus2
They think yer so damn stupid
               Db
They think yer so damn crazy

Verse 5:
        F
Killing people from a distance in an instant
Ab
At the insistence of a president
             F                                                   Ab
With a black mail gun to his head for the fun that he had in the dark ages
          F
Pages and pages and pages and pages
Ab
They thought they'd get away with it
            F
The minimum wage is outraged with it
                       Ab
They're gonna burn somebody at the stake for it
             F
Fruit of the doom
F
Oranges and grapists
     Ab
Hold on to yer vapes kids
            F
Icicles and alligators
F
And blood traitors
              Ab
And purveyors of strange behaviors
                     F
And masqueraders and masked invaders
       Ab
Layers and layers and layers
   F
Be good to yer god
       Ab
And be good to yer bayer
         Bbsus2
Take yer aspirin and yer roundup
    Db
And say all yer prayers

Verse 6:
    F                           Ab
The loogie of factions that the nation has hacked
           F                            Ab
Is boiling and festering and stabbing itself in the back
            F
Who here is surprised by that
            Ab
Who here is blown aghast
       Bbsus2
If you wanna know the future
       Db
Simply look into the past

Chorus:
        F                      Ab
All the masks are off and they don't even try
               F
They know that you know that they know
         Ab
And they don't even mind it
        F
All the masks are off
            Ab
And they're getting lazy
               Bbsus2
They think yer so damn stupid
               Db
They think yer so damn crazy

Outro: F Ab F Ab F
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