White Bones

Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore, Maryland
 Hollywood bound in 1983
 Leaving trashed marriage behind, budding happy full of life
 The city of sun and sin, the journey to hell begins
 Robin D Waters impersonator of the homed one
 Cloaked in black, shaved head, ringleader of misguided youths
 Community of misfits surrogate family
 Drugs and mindgames at St. Griffith Park Observatory
 He had made his choice, Patricia was the one
 He took her by her hand and led her down
 His private hell, caught in his command
 Patricia Lutz took death by its cold hand
 She would give him a son, the child of Satan
 She now had shaved her young head clean
 His offspring growing for each day
 In the womb of Patricia his darkness queen
 Angel dusted flashed-out wedding
 Midnight hour, black magic shop
 One hundred black candles lit
 By his hand the hour glass would stop
 Psycho power, thought control
 At day time waitress down the coffee place
 The letters home but millions of riddles
 At night time she'd prostitute herself
 Acid hell more money craves
 The hold up fails, the misfits flee
 Refuse to be their federate slaves
 It's time to fulfill their destiny
 St. Griffith Park Observatory
 Midnight hour, a pscychos last stand
 The world is for fools and hell is awaiting
 A shiny .38 in a fragile woman's hand
 Just one shot, it's all so easy
 All will be well just aim at the head
 Look into the eyes, the eyes of eachother
 Just press that trigger and you're dead
 Six years would pass, a Sunday came
 Sun bleached skulls laid to rest
 Patricia
 White Bones