Style Police Lyrics

We can appear as blue rinsed Rudolph Hess's
We're pinheads with claws
Cool prophets hidden message
We call ourselves the Style Police
And the guilty should be scared
Ten years for a duffle coat and life for yellow flares

You look like a monster
Do you look like a monster?
Then make a statement to the officer
I wasn't there It wasn't me
There's no day release
When you get a little visit from the Style Police

If your clothes show Rodney King
Or a Ronnie Biggs in dresses
Or rubbed your hands with glee when the pack-a-mac was invented
We have a little cell for you
Where the food is dog shit scented
Our Alcatraz with fashion mags
Your cell mate's Miss Demented

The verdict is in
It's execution at dawn
For you fashion whore
Don't mess with the Style SS
Vogue Vigilantes
Don't mess with the Style SS