Lyrics

*(Verse 1)*
In the shadows of burnt-island, where the bluebottles buzzed,
A thief rose from the depths, high on a poisoned fuzz.
Backside Barry, they called him, with his twitching, twisted grin,
His eyes were wide as moons, lost in the madness within.

*(Chorus)*
Oh, Backside Barry, what a pitiful sight,
Masquerading high on salts, chasing shadows in the night.
A pool cue in his hand, like a weapon of the damned,
He fired through their souls, leaving scars on the land.

*(Verse 2)*
King Billy Crimson Mitch, with a face painted red,
Came warping through the cosmos, a tyrant in his stead.
He brought despair and agony, with a twisted, wicked laugh,
As the people cried in torment, the pool cue carved their path.

*(Chorus)*
Oh, Backside Barry, what a pitiful sight,
Masquerading high on salts, chasing shadows in the night.
A pool cue in his hand, like a weapon of the damned,
He fired through their souls, leaving scars on the land.

*(Bridge)*
The bluebottles craved the chaos, the mantis danced with glee,
As Barry's twisted legend brought burnt-island to its knees.
Johnny Nicol screamed in terror, down at the sewage works,
While Barry’s cue spun faster, like the devil in the dirk.

*(Verse 3)*
Now burnt-island's a memory, wiped clean from every map,
And Backside Barry’s legend is a twisted, tragic trap.
Crimson Mitch, the tyrant, left his mark on every mind,
As the people yearn for lobotomies, to leave it all behind.

*(Chorus)*
Oh, Backside Barry, what a pitiful sight,
Masquerading high on salts, chasing shadows in the night.
A pool cue in his hand, like a weapon of the damned,
He fired through their souls, leaving scars on the land.

*(Outro)*
So raise a glass to Barry, in that burnt-island of woe,
Where the bluebottles swarmed, and the mantis danced so slow.
For the legend of Crimson and his red, scarlet face,
Is all that’s left in the silence, of a once-cursed place.