Poacher's Pride - Nicole Dollanganger

I shot an angel with my father's rifle

I should have set it free but I let it bleed

Made it into taxi dermy 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

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