Barry Prudom Lyrics

There was blood coming from his head
On the run another copper dead
He killed 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 kill
He'll make the rest of them fit the bill
He was hunting like a wild creature
Another murder for the sunday features