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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 the 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 basement
Starved it till it died and I did not cry
Sickness of poacher's pride

Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Muaz Erman

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