Queens Of The Stone Age - 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 sh** I'm high cla**, I'm a who*e, 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 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 a**, no more holding us Down, 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 s** with the Man" after he buys you ".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