Verse
C D C
I shot an angel with my father’s rifle
D C
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
D C D C
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall
D
On my wall
C D
C D C
I shot an angel, kept it in my backyard
D C
Hung it out to dry on the clothing line
D C
Pinned above my bed like the cross
D C D
Of Jesus Christ on my wall
C D
C D G
And I know one day hell will catch up with me
C D G
And I’m sure that I will burn eternally
C D G
One day it will come to claim its pound of flesh
C D G
When it’s done, there won’t be anything left
Verse
C D C
I shot an angel, dragged it to my basement
D C D
Starved it till it died and I did not cry
C D G
Sickness of poacher’s pride