Dirt Poor Robins
I Shot A Man
I shot a man, I heard him fallI heard his desperate dying callI saw his eyes grow dim and shadeI saw his color drain and fadeI didn't know that final blowWould claim his life and end it soI wash and wash to clean these handsBecause I shot a manI shot a man, and all I seeIs red the shade of historyIt's love and blood and hate the sameIt burns my conscious with it's flameI couldn't tell the requiem bellWould ring and bring this living hellNow heaven's heights I cannot spanBecause I shot a manI shot a man because I knewMy darkest depths he peered intoHe saw inside this heart of sinHe saw inside and still climbed inHe looked at me and I could seeThe cost of immortalityI shot him through the feet and handsMy God, oh God, I shot a man
From Letras Mania