Aesthetics Versus Architecture Money And The Ghost Of Peter Tyler Lyrics

All I can smell right now is your blood
And God himself knows you better run from me
You traitor son of a whore
Well you won't be here for long
You let your country down
And I sure as hell won't play the bitch
I never thought that it would be like this
I wasn’t told that it would be like this
But I will keep on running, pressing on and fighting
For everything that I believe
You won’t catch me afraid
Tell your family you love them
Leave the oldest in charge
You will never see them grow up
I won't become a casualty
Tie him to the f*cking tree “My plans are perfect and when I start to carry them out
May God have mercy on you for I will have none”
I'll watch you f*cking burn
You may think this is the end
As I am tied here to a tree
You may take my body
But you won’t take my soul away from me
I am the 15th, the 1st and the 99th!
They took the body; they took the body away from me
They took the body, they took the body away from me
Tell your family you love them
Leave the oldest boy in charge
You
You
You
You
You
Will die!