There was blood coming from his head On the run another copper dead He k**ed his boss and he didn't know why But he heard a voice that they must die Barry Prudom, Barry Prudom He's coming for you with his gun Barry Prudom, Barry Prudom He's Public Enemy number 1 Tools of his trade were guns and knives
He got a degree in taking lives Wasted pigs for something to do You better watch out, he's coming for you In the army trained to k** He'll make the rest of them fit the bill He was hunting like a wild creature Another murder for the sunday features