Lying 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 man's 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 Barry's friends and family Knew that this would fail The screws at last were brought to court The charges then were read But no-one knew for really sure Who rendered Barry Prossit's dead Barry Prossit's dead Barry Prossit's dead The verdict came as no great shock To those who knew the score And behind that 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 the men who carry sticks Barry Prossit's dead Barry Prossit's dead