Luyện nghe bài hát White Bones

Patricia Lutz, 20, Baltimore, Maryland
Hollywood in 1983
Leaving trashed marriage behind, budding happy full of
The of sun and sin, the journey to hell begins

D Waters impersonator of the homed one
Cloaked in black, shaved head, of misguided youths
Community of misfits surrogate
Drugs and mindgames at St. Griffith Observatory

He had made his choice, was the one
He took her by her hand and led her
His private hell, caught in his
Patricia Lutz took death by its cold

She would give him a son, the child of
She now had her young head clean
His growing for each day
In the womb of Patricia his darkness

dusted flashed-out wedding
Midnight hour, black shop
One hundred black lit
By his hand the hour glass stop

Psycho power, thought
At day waitress down the coffee place
The letters but millions of riddles
At night time she'd herself

Acid hell more money
The up fails, the misfits flee
Refuse to be their federate
It's to fulfill their destiny

St. Griffith Park
Midnight hour, a pscychos last
The world is for fools and is awaiting
A shiny .38 in a woman's hand

Just one shot, it's all so
All will be well aim at the head
into the eyes, the eyes of eachother
Just press that trigger and dead

Six would pass, a Sunday came
Sun bleached skulls laid to

White