We found an angel in the woods behind the park
My father made me lay down silent in the dark
Made me use his rifle to shoot it dead
When we got home he cut off its pale white legs
Said they'd give me good luck when I touched them
When I held them close I felt condemned
Did the devil's work with my trigger finger
The air of guilt will always linger
Did the devil's work with my trigger finger
The air of guilt will always linger