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