Surprise, Surprise
You got the look, but not the creditThey wrote the book, on how to sell it
From cigarettes, to skinny jeansYou got the money? They got the means
All you upper class daughters, and working class sonsIt's hard to save a dollar, the way the world runsYou're the target market of a corporate jokeIt won't be so ironic when your daddy is broke
Surprise surprise, surprise surpriseYou're much better looking when you're in disguiseSurprise surprise, surprise surpriseAnd this revolution has been brought to you by
Just find a stamp, so you can mimicThe tortured artist, the jaded cynic
The latest gadget, is just a gimmickAnother sucker, born every minute
Well I'm sick of this town, bringing me downA first world epidemic all aroundI'm sick of this town, bringing me downA lost generation trying to act profound
All you upper class daughters, and working class sonsIt's hard to save a dollar the way the world runsWe got a counterculture you can buy off a shelfIf you're losing your identity, try somebody else!
Surprise surprise, surprise surpriseYou're much better looking when you're in disguiseSurprise surprise, surprise surpriseAnd this revolution has been brought to you byThose who seem to think we don't careAnd those who seem to think we're not awareSurprise surprise, surprise surpriseYou'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 sonsIt's hard to save a dollar the way the world runsWe're the target market of a corporate hoaxOur generation is a fucking joke
Surprise surprise, surprise surpriseYou're much better looking when you're in disguiseSurprise surprise, surprise surpriseAnd this revolution has been brought to you byThose who seem to think we don't careAnd those who seem to think we're not awareSurprise surprise, surprise surpriseYou're much better looking when you're in disguise