Florence & The Machine - My Boy Builds Coffins

FLORENCE & THE MACHINE


My Boy Builds Coffins Lyrics

My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't make tables, dresses 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 them 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

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 eachones been made, he can't see it again
He crafts everyone with love and with care
Then its 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
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you

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Songwriter(s): Christopher Lloyd Hayden, Robert Damian Ackroyd, Matthew David Allchin, Florence Leontine Mary Welch
Copyright: Florence And The Machine Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Ltd.
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