Well hes 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 wifes 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
Didnt 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 couldnt sell the bullets cos they werent live rounds
So they dug a big hole put the bullets in the ground
Now he doesnt leave the house much anymore
Cos the men are gonna come like they did before
And hell 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