Billy Talent

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 your 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
A first world epidemic all around
I'm sick of this town, bringing me down
A lost generation trying to act profound

All your 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, 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

All your 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