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
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.
