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 Im 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 "amp; 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



High and mighty you say selling out is a shame. Is that the name of your boo?

Push a silver spoon in your ass. No more holding us down

dog, down mutt, Nice mutt

You’re insulted you. 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 the man



It’s truly a lie, I counterfeit myself

Its 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

Neither do I

Either

I’m Designer