-they said the internet wouldn’t kill the newspapers, and that bookstores and libraries would be okay
they said it was just a one way street, that no one could look in on you whilst you browsed away
They said they’d control what you saw in there, that obscenity and pornography wouldn’t rise
They said you could trust it with what you shared, they said it wouldn’t burn out your eyes
That retail stores could come crashing down, that people would spend years of their life
Studying font and pixel around, on a page of white light and strange life
Who would of known what a web we had weaved, what stories we’d tuck in our liver
And now that great news, what we’ve made of our lives, it just sails off with clicks down some river
Is it really that bad, she asks from her Snapbook, looking up from that box as she moans.
Just go to that park, to that club, to that movie, and watch all those eyes trapped in phones.
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