I’m Designer Queens of the Stone Age

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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 and jerk off, uh

[Chorus 1]
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