Queens of the stoneage - 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
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
Neither do I!