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