October 16th, 1964
"This has to be done, Christopher...it's for your own good. It will hurt, but it will only take a minute"
"Nurse Taylor? I really don't think this should be followed through upon"
"It's an order...I have to."
Throughout life, it seems that I've been labeled and scorned
When my parents perished in a car wreck, I was the only one that mourned
Orphanage became my domain, at the tender age of eight
Trouble with authority, foster parents and the state
School never appealed, just seemed a long drag
Being myself and insulting people were the only thing I had
People around me didn't understand, thought I was mental
Foster parents wouldn't support me, so then I began to swindle
Old ladies and younger boys, yes, i chose them as my prey
It worked out nicely, i averaged 70 dollars a day
But then one hazy afternoon I was caught
So a punishment for my horrible crimes was sought
The judge didn't understand, his life was pircture perfect
On the other hand, I didn't have love, money, or respect...I had to earn it
But to earn something, I had to work, but I was still a minor
But I thought I would get away easy ; I was a first- timer
But the judge was harsh and malicious, sentenced me to something terrible
Because to people who knew of it, Electro Shock Therapy was unbearable
But I now find my self on this cold metal table
Being prodded around like a prize horse in his stable
I begin to perspire on my white hospital gown
Then feel my hands, to the table they're tied down
I now feel something on my head, and begin to sadly cry
Begging the lord for forgiveness, for i am sure I will die
March 11th, 1965
"Judge Greenfield. What do you have to say for yourself?
"Sir, he was a problem child. He deserved to have this treatment performed on him...THIS KID DESERVED WHAT HE GOT...HE DESERVED IT"
* CROWD ERRUPTS IN A SHOCKED CHATTER"
" ORDER IN THE COURT, ORDER IN THE COURT..."
March 13th, 1965
" We sir, find the defendant guilty on the charge of 1st degree murder. He will be sentenced to life without parole."