Bullets

He’s been collecting since the age of nine

Every shiny bullet that he could find

Built himself a house with the wooden floors

Put the shiny bullets in a chest of drawers

Well his wife’s long gone and the kids have grown

And trees they fall down on their own

Memories fade like an old slideshow

But the bullets still shine like coins in the snow

Well one day took himself into town

The men with a truck well they came around

They took the television and the gun from the war

And almost every bullet from the chest of drawers

Well he came back home and found the house in a mess

Run into the bedroom and the old brown chest

Well he didn’t care much for the VCR

But he cried for the space where the bullets were

Oh well the men drove the truck down into town

And sold all the silver they had found

But they couldn’t sell the bullets cause they weren’t live rounds

So they dug a big hole put the bullets in the ground

Now he doesn’t leave the house much anymore

Cause the men are gonna come like they did before

And he’ll hold onto the three or four

Bullets that they left in the chest of drawers

Oh yeah the bullets that they left in the chest of drawers