Bullets - Passenger

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 are 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

Well, one day he took himself into town

When the men with the truck, well, they came around

They took the television and the gun from the wall

Oh, and almost every bullet from the chest of drawers

Oh, no, oh

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, 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