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

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

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 basement

Starved it till it died and I did not cry

Sickness of poacher's pride