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My Boy Builds Coffins (iTunes - Florence the Machine

My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails

He doesn't build ships

He has no use for sails

He doesn't make tables

Dressers or chairs

He can't carve a whistle cause

He just doesn't care

My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor

Kings and queens;

They've all knocked on his door

Beggars and liars

Gypsies and thieves

They all come to him

'Cause he's so eager to please

My boy builds coffins he makes them all day

But it's not just for work and it isn't for play

He's made one for himself

One for me too

One of these days

He'll make one for you

For you for you for you

My boy builds coffins for better or worse

Some say its a blessing

Some say its a curse

He fits them together in sunshine or rain

Each one is unique

No two are the same

My boy builds coffins and

I think it's a shame

That when each one's been made

He can't see it again

He crafts everyone with love and with care

Then it's thrown in the ground

It just isn't fair

My boy builds coffins he makes them all day

But it's not just for work and it isn't for play

He's made one for himself

He's made One for me too

One of these days he'll make one for you

For you

For you

For you

For you