My generation's for sale,
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Beats a steady job.
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How much have you got?
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My generation don't trust no one,
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Its hard to blame,
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Not even ourselves.
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The thing that's real for us is: fortune and fame,
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All the rest seems like work.
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Its just like Diamonds
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In shit.
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I'm high class I'm a whore,
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Actually both,
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Basically I'm a pro,
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We've all got our own style
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(of baggage),
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Why hump it yourself,
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You've made me an offer that I can refuse,
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(course either way I get screwed)
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Counter proposal:
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I go home & Jerk off.
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It's truly a lie. I'm counterfeit myself,
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It's truly a lie. I'm counterfeit myself,
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You don't own, you don't own, you don't own,
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You don't own what none can buy,
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You don't own, neither do I.
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High and mighty you say selling out is a sham,
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Is that the name of your book?
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Push a silver spoon in your ass,
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No more holding us down,
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(dog. down mutt. Nice mutt)
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You're insulted, You can't be bought or sold.
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Translation: offer too low.
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You don't know what you're worth,
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(It isn't much.)
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My piano is for sale.
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How many times must I sell myself before my pieces are gone?
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I'm one of a kind,
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I'm designer.
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Never again will I repeat myself,
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Enough is never enough,
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Never again will I repeat myself.
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It used to be the plan was: screwing the man
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Now its have sex with a man,
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(After he buys you ".com" for sale at a low, low price)
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It's truly a lie, I'm counterfeit myself,
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It's truly a lie, I'm counterfeit myself,
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You don't own, you don't own, you don't own me,
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You don't own what none can buy,
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You don't own
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Neither do I
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I'm Designer
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| Queens Of the Stone Age |
