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