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, uh

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, 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 the 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 love can buy, neither do I