[00:22.08]I shot an angel with my father's rifle
[00:29.16]I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
[00:35.23]Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
[00:44.21]I shot an angel with my father's rifle
[00:51.17]I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
[00:57.32]Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
[01:07.02]On my wall
[01:33.85]One day it will come to claim its pound of flesh
[01:43.47]When it's done, there won't be anything left
[02:02.06]Sickness of poacker's pride