Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bullets, artist - Passenger. Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Song language: English
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 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 |