"I'm Designer" lyrics - QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE

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
'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 ass, 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 sex 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