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 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 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
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