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



Oh 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 gotta stop, so you can mimic

The tortured honest, the gyn is cynic



The latest gadget, is just a gimmick

Another sucker, born every minute



Well I'm sick of this town, bringing me down

A vast world epidemic all around

I'm sick of this town, bringing me down

A lost generation trying to act profound



Oh 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 of a shelf

If you're losing your identity to 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 seek to think we don't care

And those who seek 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...



Oh 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 seek to think we don't care

And those who seek to think we're not aware

Surprise surprise, surprise surprise

You're much better looking when you're in disguise I Take No creadit for this