Lyrics: 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
Cos 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 what none can buy
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 is 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
Its 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
Neither do I