I'm designer

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

Cos either way I get screwed

COUNTER PROPOSAL:

I go home & Jerk Off

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 is for sale.

How many times must I sell myself before my pieces are gone ?

I’m one of a kind !!!

I’m designer!