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