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