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

Course 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 the man"

After he buys you ".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