You're a strange kind of physician, Doctor Jack.
Your practice took a dark and a - disturbing track.
You became the Grim Reaper's apprentice, Doctor Jack.

You had a strange obsession - fixation with death.
You helped one hundred thirty take their terminal breath.
You served eight years in prison - and caused lots of strife.
But I thought a doctor's foremost job was saving life.

You're a morbid little fellow, Doctor K.
In med school no one guessed that you'd - turn out this way.
Was it mercy or was it just murder? Who can say!

You built your reputation and you made a great name.
Your work put all the serial - killers to shame.
You flaunted your celebrity, said it was no crime.
And yet, your attorney was that Geoffrey Fieger slime!

You've a twisted strange perception, Doctor K.
You're less of an angel and more of - a Mengele.
Pray you don't get the same exact mercy - Judgment Day.

You built those strange contraptions to help you euthanize,
And then you took pictures of their dead staring eyes.
It's all so ironic for today you'd go far.
You'd be the top government Death Panel Czar.

No more murky mercy killings, Doctor Jack.
For this time it now is - you in the sack.
And you didn't use all your devices, Doctor Jack.
And you didn't take all your advices, Doctor Jack.
Were you right or wrong? Just role the "dices"....
Doctor Jack!