You got the look, but not the credit They wrote the book, on how to sell it From cigarettes, to skinny jeans You got the money? They got the means
All you upper class daughters and working class sons It’s hard to save a dollar, the way the world runs You’re the target market of a corporate joke It won’t be so ironic when your daddy is broke!
Surprise Surprise!...Surprise Surprise! You’re much better looking when you’re in disguise Surprise Surprise!...Surprise Surprise! And this revolution has been brought to you by…
Just find a style, so you can mimic The tortured artist, the jaded cynic The latest gadget, is just a gimmick Another sucker, born every minute Well I’m sick of this town, bringing me down It’s a first world epidemic all around Well I’m sick of this town, bringing me down A lost generation trying to act profound
All you upper class daughters and working class sons It’s hard to save a dollar, the way the world runs We got a counterculture you can buy off a shelf If you’re losing your identity, try somebody else!
Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise! You’re much better looking when you’re in disguise Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise! And this revolution has been brought to you by… Those who seem to think we don’t care Those who seem to think we’re not aware Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise! You’re much better looking when you’re in disguise
All you working class daughters and upper class sons It’s hard to save a dollar, the way the world runs We’re the target market of a corporate hoax our generation is a fucking joke!
Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise! You’re much better looking when you’re in disguise Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise! And this revolution has been brought to you by… Those who seem to think we don’t care Those who seem to think we’re not aware
Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise! You’re much better looking when you’re in disguise