Dm You got the look C but not the credit Am They wrote the book Dm on how to sell it Dm From cigarettes C to skinny jeans Am You got the money Dm they got the means Gm Oh you upper class daughters Dm and working class sons Gm It's hard to save a dollar Dm the way the world runs Gm You're the target market Dm of a corporate joke C It won't be so ironic Am when your daddy is broke Chorus: Dm F Surprise surprise C F surprise surprise Am You're much better looking when you're Dm in disguise Dm F Surprise surprise C F surprise surprise Am And this revolution Gm 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 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 off a shelf If you're losing your identity try somebody else Chorus Dm Those who seek to F C F think we don't care Am And those who seek Dm to think we're not aware Dm F Surprise surprise C F surprise surprise Am You're much better looking when you're Gm 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 Chorus 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am C Dm F Gm |