I'm Designer

My generation's for sale

Beats a steady job

How much have you got?

My generation don't trust no one

It's hard to blame

Not even ourselves

The thing that's real for us is fortune and fame

All the rest seems like work

It's just like diamonds in shit

I'm high class

I'm a whore

Actually both

Basically I'm a pro

We've all got our own style of baggage

Why hump it yourself?

You've made me an offer that I can refuse

'Cause either way I get screwed

Counter proposal: I go home and jerk off

It's truly a lie

I counterfeit myself

It's truly a lie

I counterfeit myself

You don't own, you don't own

You don't own, you don't own

You don't own what none can buy

You don't own, you don't own

Neither do I

High and mighty

You say selling out is a shame

Is that the name of your book?

Push a silver spoon in your ass

No more holding us down

Down dog, down mutt

Nice mutt

You're insulted

You can't be bought or sold

Translation: offer too low

You don't know what you're worth

It isn't much

My piano's for sale

How many times must I sell myself?

Before my pieces are gone?

I'm one of a kind

I'm designer

Never again will I repeat myself

Enough is never enough

Never again will I repeat myself

It used to be the plan was screwing the man

Now it's have sex with a man

After he buys you dot com for sale

At a low, low price

It's truly a lie

I counterfeit myself

It's truly a lie

I counterfeit myself

You don't own, you don't own

You don't own me

You don't own what none can buy

You don't own

You don't own what none can buy

Neither do I