Money And The Ghost Of Peter Tyler Lyrics - Singles - Aesthetics Versus Architecture

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 fucking 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 fucking 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!