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

'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