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 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
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! [x3]

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...







Surpise, 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 style, so you can mimic
The tortured artists, 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

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 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... [8x]

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

Surprise surprise