You can buy all the studs and spikes
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That you could possibly wear
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Bondage pants, steel-cap boots
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And a head of spikey hair
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Safty pins in your ears
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And a brand new leather vest
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But there's one thing you could never buy
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And it makes you like the rest
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Cuz they could never sell my vengence
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And they'll never sell my strife
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They could never sell my passion
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It cuts like a knife
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They can't put a price on angst
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Or the fever of the youth
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Hang their lies in the local mall
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And sell 'em as the truth
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It's a commodity they can't buy
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They're all swine, drunk on greed
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It blows their mind to think
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That they can't market integrity
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Not For Sale
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Lower Class Brats |