I shot a man, I heard him fall
I heard his desperate dying call
I saw his eyes grow dim in shade

I saw his color drain and fade

I didn't know that final blow

Would claim his life and end it so
I wash and wash to clean these hands
Because I shot a man


I shot a man, now all I see
Is red, the shade of history

It's love and blood and hate the same
It burns my conscience with it's flame


I couldn't tell the requiem bell
Would ring and bring this living hell
Now heaven's hights I cannot span

Because I shot a man

I shot a man because I knew

My darkest depths he peered into
He saw inside this heart of sin
He saw inside and still climbed in

He looked at me and I could see
The cost of immortality


I shot him through the feet and hands
My God, oh God, I shot a man.