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 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 One day it will come to claim its pound of flesh When it's done, there won't be anything left Sickness of poacker's pride
[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
