Текст песни I'm Designer - Hot Chip Remix - Queens of the Stone Age

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

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
Counterproposal, I go home and jerk off

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