Here's a Dark One for the Girls - like Banjo's parody - it gives my brother a mention.
One Girl - A Patient's Prayer
The Doc said stand up girl and dry up your tears
Your getting this treatment, you need have no fears
It’s tried and its tested, albeit by some
The best woman crusher since all time’s begun
Six months have gone by God I wish I was dead
The shocks that they give me have messed up my head
I can’t seem to function my muscles all sore
If I had the keys God I’d rush out that door
I’ve counted the days God I’ve counted the nights
I’ve counted the curtains I’ve counted the lights
I’ve counted the tiles God, laid flat on the deck
I’ve counted a dozen or more nervous wrecks
Largactil is given to me in great store
I can’t really focus my eyes anymore
It’s cruel what they’re doing, this world cannot see
The things they get up to with people like me
I’ve counted my teardrops I’ve counted my sighs
I’ve counted the patients I’ve counted their cries
I’ve counted the staff Lord, their worlds passing by
I’ve counted a million of their filthy lies
It’s time to go down now they’re coming for me
The equipments all ready and primed to a tee
I can’t take no more Lord please help me get by
The 400 volts that will pass through me nigh
I’ve counted the seconds displayed on the dial
I’ve counted the needles stacked next to the vials
I’ve counted the bottles making loud hissing noise
I’ve counted the doctors who are no more than boys
I’m standing aloft now and what do I see
The face on that table looks just like me
I turn to my left side and whom should I see
A young Joseph Doherty and he’s smiling at me
I’ll count no more teardrops I’ll count no more sighs
I’ll count no more patients I’ll count no more cries
I’ll count no more staff Lord their worlds passing by
I’ll count no more millions of their filthy lies
I’m shown the hundreds of shock broken souls
Killed by Psychiatrists searching for goals
It’s all about prestige and – look what I’ve done
If it weren’t for shock boys – she’d surely be gone
But he won’t count his failures only the ones that he saves
The others are buried in grass-covered graves
My life it has ended the jackals have won
But they wont admit to the crime that was done
No conscience no feelings no passion nor love
But one day they’ll answer in Gods heaven above
I’m counting the moonbeams I’m counting the stars……….