Lyin' in a stone cold room
Some would call a cell
For poor old Barry Prossit
This one had just been hell
The screws went in with batons out
And took this young mans life
They left behind a family
A heartbroken widowed wife
Barry Prossit's dead...
Barry Prossit's dead...
The papers screamed for justice
Put these men in jail
Ha Barrys friends and family
Knew that this would fail
The screws at last were brought to court
The charges then were read
But no-one really knew for sure
Who rendered Barry Prossit dead
Barry Prossit's dead...
Barry Prossit's dead...
The verdict came as no great shock
To those who knew the score
And behind the prison walls that night
There was an angry roar
But life goes on as normal
In all the british nicks
Cos after all what can you say
To men who carry sticks?