On the sunny Spanish coast, I met a queer 'ol lad,
He went by the name of Barry, across his knuckles read ACAB,
He told me he was an anarchist, but he dressed just like a communist,
Well I've met enough apologists to know, that he was

Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish

Ya see Barry knew the score, in this sleepy Spanish town,
He was running from his demons, and keeping his head down,
I've said it before and I'll say it again, there's no use in hiding from the past,
The grim reaper comes for all of us, cause nothings built to last, except for

Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish

They call him, Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish

Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
He's coming for you,
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Ya better watch out,
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
He's coming for you,
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Ya better watch out,