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 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 man
Now 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 own
Neither do I