Dripped-out working class fashionistas
Or we got the balaclava on, Zapatistas
Maduro and Castro, the tracksuit Adidas
Beret on top whether Panthers, Chavistas
Sportswear, all sick fitteds
Or they're full-kit with it
The purse on display is a Burberry fake
But we can't make-up in this Urban Decay
Now we're vagabonding in our goddamn trackie bottoms
Gotten blackened eyes from having all these backhand sovereigns
Designer brands knocked-off, croptops chopped-off
All the stolen clothes we got from a Topshop
Posh sods posture in beanies & Northies
Been seen in your gilet, meaning you're horsey
We're fake Ray-Bans, skate-brands on a caveman
You couldn't hold this down like a spaceman


Dripped-out working class fashionistas
Or we got the balaclava on, Zapatistas
Supreme Soviet

Maduro and Castro, the tracksuit Adidas
Beret on top whether Panthers, Chavistas
Supreme Soviet


New clothes when the rent paid, nylon or hemp-made
Femboys dressed as a Frenchmaid, red-laced
Knitting needle measuring the next gauge, thread frayed
Where the best-laid hems of mice and men stay
Some looking Wednesday, Fester or Lurch
Some kept their Sunday-best for the church
Or dressed in a shirt for the court-date only
No Blackshirts fuck an Oswald Moseley
... Proles stay in the dole queue
Gold-chain and a gold tooth
Cold shades and the gold hoops
Fresh creps, colgate on your old shoes
Best-dressed, bold taste when I roll thru
Yes yes, Salt Bae with the soul food
Get dressed, whole day where you scroll, nude
Old-age is a whole mood


Dripped-out working class fashionistas
Or we got the balaclava on, Zapatistas
Supreme Soviet

Maduro and Castro, the tracksuit Adidas
Beret on top whether Panthers, Chavistas
Supreme Soviet


Tiger-stripe print or you maybe think bumblebees
Summerbreeze, stay distinct, baby-pink dungarees
Son of a Plumber, we've Dusty Rhodes polkadots
Come with a Stunner, we must be Stone Cold a lot
What do the colours be, white with the gold or not
Is the dress black and blue fuck it just fold the lot
...do not Converse aloud with ya Kickers
Popped out for a milk in my gown and my slippers
You looking Ukipper, new Hitler Youth nippers
Move with the gluesniffers, bootlickers
All on display, who need a new zipper, you kidder
Grew thicker, stupider, you skinheads use clippers
I'm sharp as a Razor Ramon toothpicker
Slick Rick with it but I move slicker, new vigor
Too bitter we're pretty and use glitter
Mascara in your rearview mirror