Surprise Surprise

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 stamp, 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

A first world epidemic all around

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

And those who seem to think we're not aware

Surprise surprise, surprise surprise

You're much better looking when you're in disguise

Call the ranks...

Call the ranks...

Call the ranks...

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

And those who seem to think we're not aware

Surprise surprise, surprise surprise

You're much better looking when you're in disguise