I'm Designer lyrics

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 a man

(After he buys your 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