Style Police - Children On Stun

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