My generation's for sale,
Beats a steady jo
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