Passenger - Bullets
He’s been collecting since the age of nineEvery shiny bullet that he could findBuilt himself a house with the wooden floorsPut the shiny bullets in a chest of drawersWell his wife’s long gone and the kids have grownAnd trees they fall down on their ownMemories fade like an old slideshowBut the bullets still shine like coins in the snowWell one day took himself into townThe men with a truck well they came aroundTook the television and the gun from the warAnd almost every bullet from the chest of drawersWell he came back home and found the house in a messRun into the bedroom and the old brown chestDidn’t care much for the VCRBut he cried for the space where the bullets wereThe men drove the truck down into townAnd sold all the silver they had foundBut they couldn’t sell the bullets cause they weren’t live roundsSo they dug a big hole put the bullets in the groundNow he doesn’t leave the house much anymoreCause the men are gonna come like they did beforeAnd he’ll hold onto the three or fourBullets that they left in the chest of drawersOh yeah the bullets that they left in the chest of drawers