text: 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
  Its hard to save a dollar, the way the world runs
  Youre the target market of a corporate joke
  It wont be so ironic when your daddy is broke
  Surprise surprise, surprise surprise
  Youre much better looking when youre in disguise
  Surprise surprise, surprise surprise
  And this revolution has been brought to you by
  Just gotta stop, so you can mimic
  The tortured artist, the jaded cynic
  The latest gadget, is just a gimmick
  Another sucker, born every minute
  Well Im sick of this town, bringing me down
  A vast world epidemic all around
  Im sick of this town, bringing me down
  A lost generation trying to act profound
  Oh you upper class daughters, and working class sons
  Its hard to save a dollar the way the world runs
  We got a counterculture you can buy off a shelf
  If youre losing your identity try somebody else
  Surprise surprise, surprise surprise
  Youre much better looking when youre in disguise
  Surprise surprise, surprise surprise
  And this revolution has been brought to you by
  Those who seem to think we dont care
  And those who seem to think were not aware
  Surprise surprise, surprise surprise
  Youre much better looking when youre in disguise
  Call the ranks...
  Call the ranks...
  Call the ranks...
  Oh you working class daughters, and upper class sons
  Its hard to save a dollar the way the world runs
  Were the target market of a corporate hoax
  Our generation is a fucking joke
  Surprise surprise, surprise surprise
  Youre much better looking when youre in disguise
  Surprise surprise, surprise surprise
  And this revolution has been brought to you by
  Those who seem to think we dont care
  And those who seem to think were not aware
  Surprise surprise, surprise surprise
  Youre much better looking when youre in disguise