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 who*e Well you won't be here for long You let your country down And I sure as hell won't play the b**h 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**ing 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**ing 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!