Poachers Pride

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