I'm Designer

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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

Counterproposal: I go home and jerk off, uh

[Chorus]

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

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge 1]

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

[Verse 3]

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

Oh, 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

[Bridge 2]

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

[Chorus]

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