I'm Designer - 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 & 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, 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’s 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

After he buys you dot com for sale at a low, low price

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, you don’t own, what love can buy

Neither do I