Not For Sale Lyrics - Lower Class Brats

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