You can buy all the studs and spikes
That you could possibly wear
Bondage pants, steel-cap boots
And a head of spikey hair
Safty pins in your ears
And a brand new leather vest
But there's one thing you could never buy
And it makes you like the rest
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'cause they could never sell my vengence
And they'll never sell my strife
They could never sell my passion
It cuts like a knife

They can't put a price on angst
Or the fever of the youth
Hang their lies in the local mall
And sell 'em as the truth
It's a commodity they can't buy
They're all swine, drunk on greed
It blows their mind to think
That they can't market integrity