GCG GCG Well hes been collecting since the age of nine EmCG Every shiny bullet that he could find GCG Built himself a house with the wooden floors EmCG Put the shiny bullets in a chest of drawers GCG Well his wifes long gone and the kids have grown EmCG And trees they fall down on their own GCG Memories fade like an old slideshow EmCG But the bullets still shine like coins in the snow CGDEm Well one day took himself into town CGDEm The men with a truck well they came around CGDEm Took the television and the gun from the war CGDEm And almost every bullet from the chest of drawers GCG Well he came back home and found the house in a mess EmCG Run into the bedroom and the old brown chest GCG Didnt care much for the VCR EmCG But he cried for the space where the bullets were CGDEm The men drove the truck down into town CGDEm And sold all the silver they had found CGDEm But they couldnt sell the bullets cos they werent live rounds CGDEm So they dug a big hole put the bullets in the ground GCG EmCG CGDEm CGDEm Now he doesnt leave the house much anymore CGDEm Cos the men are gonna come like they did before CGDEm And hell hold onto the three or four CGDEm Bullets that they left in the chest of drawers CGDEm Oh yeah the bullets that they left in the chest of drawers