Bullets

Oh, well, 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 The trees, they fall down on their own Memories fade like an old slideshow But the bullets still shine like coins in the snow One day took himself into town When the men with a truck, well, they came around They took the television and the gun from the wall Ooh, and almost every bullet from the chest of drawers Ooh, no, oh, ooh Well, he came back home, 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 Well, the men took the truck down into town And they 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, to put the bullets in the ground Oh-oh-oh, no, oh-oh, I... Well, 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 Well, the bullets that they left in the chest of drawers