I'm Designer (Hot Chip Remix)

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