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 DiamondsIn 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 manNow 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 ownNeither do I