I could roll them into paper
Tumble dry, hang on the line
Leave them out with the recycling
But never ever fill them in

These bullet holes
These bullet holes
Just won't leave me be
And I'm pierced through

Watching everything drain slowly
Down the plughole, kitchen sink
Filling up with all my me
Emptied out and tunneled deep

These bullet holes
Just won't leave me be
Cut me into pieces
Ventillate each smile
Break off all the brave teeth

You could set me down like jelly
Refridgerate me down to numb
Pull the shells out, operations
Won't reverse what you have done

These bullet holes
Are no more real
Than the rest of me.