Patient Number Seven - Frankie Big Face

Patient number one had it coming
From the moment that he walked onto the ward
Beating brows and tipping tables
Like some wicked self-appointed overlord
Patient two had to swing
'Cause he witnessed everything
Now they're the most unlikely pair
Laying bare at the bottom of the fjord.

Patient number three looked at me
As if he knew about the malice in my heart
I grabbed a half-empty syringe
And hurled it at him like a tranquilizer dart
Patient four, wanting more
Helped me drag him to the shore
And then he dug a shallow grave
For the man who would soon be his counterpart.

Patient number five was still alive
When they wheeled him out and put him on the bus
Though I knew he couldn't talk without a tongue
The evidence seemed onerous
Just for kicks, patient six
Threw herself into the mix
Signed a full confession, waived her right to trial
And took the chair without a fuss.

Patient number seven had it coming
From the moment that he came onto the scene
The bullet blew away the secrets
That his conscience had been harboring for weeks
I closed the door on my past
And made this victim my last
And I can tell you this with no uncertainty
Because patient number seven was me.