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My Boy Builds Coffins Songtext
von Florence + the Machine

My Boy Builds Coffins Songtext

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 have 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 it's a blessing, some say it′s a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same

And 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 every one with love and with care
Then it′s thrown in the ground, and 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
One for me too
And one of these days he'll make one for you
For you, for you, for you

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

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