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
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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
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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
I shot an angel, dragged it to my bat
Starved it till it died and I did not cry
Sickness of poacher s pride