I'm Designer Hot Chip Remix

My generation's for sale, it's a stage of 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, coated in shit. I'm not playing, I'm a whore. Actually, but basically, I'm a fool. We've all got our own sound, but thank God It's my own business still. You make me an offer that I can't refuse 'cause either way, I get screwed. Counter proposal, I go home and jerk off. Ugh. Ja, ja. Thanks Much. Your insult, you can't buy my soul. Translation: You don't know what You're worth. It isn't much. My piano's the same. But 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 be myself If love is never enough. Never again will I myself.