I shot an angel with my father’s rifle
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
On my wall
[Verse 2]
I shot an angel, kept it in my backyard
Hung it out to dry on the clothing line
Pinned above my bed like the cross
Of Jesus Christ on my wall
[Verse 3]
And I know one day, Hell will catch up with me
And I’m sure that I will burn eternally
One day, it will come to claim its pound of flesh
When it’s done, there won’t be anything left
[Verse 4]
I shot an angel, dragged it to my basement
Starved it 'til it died and I did not cry
Sickness of poacher’s pride
[Verse 1] I shot an angel with my father’s rifle I should have set it free, but I let it bleed Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall On my wall [Verse 2] I shot an angel, kept it in my backyard Hung it out to dry on the clothing line Pinned above my bed like the cross Of Jesus Christ on my wall [Verse 3] And I know one day, Hell will catch up with me And I’m sure that I will burn eternally One day, it will come to claim its pound of flesh When it’s done, there won’t be anything left [Verse 4] I shot an angel, dragged it to my basement Starved it 'til it died and I did not cry Sickness of poacher’s pride Explain Request ×
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