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 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 Didn’t care much for the VCR But he cried for the space where the bullets were 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