I'm Designer

My generation's for sale
Beats a steady job
How much have you got?
My generation don't trust no one
Its hard to blame
Not even ourselves
The thing that's real for us is: fortune and fame
All the rest seems like work
Its 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 & Jerk off.

It's truly a lie I'm counterfeit myself
It's truly a lie I'm 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 sham
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 its have sex with a man.
(After he buys you "com" for sale at a low low price)

It's truly a lie I'm counterfeit myself
It's truly a lie I'm 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.;