Florence + The Machine "My Boy Builds Coffins" lyrics

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My Boy Builds Coffins

My boy builds coffinsWith hammers and nailsHe doesn't build shipsHe has no use for sailsHe doesn't make tables,Dressers or chairsHe can't carve a whistle'Cause he just doesn't care

My boy builds coffinsFor the rich and the poorKings and queens them allKnocked on his doorBeggars and liars,Gypsies and thievesThey all come to him'Cause he's so eager to please

My boy builds coffinsHe makes them all dayBut it's not just for workAnd it isn't for playHe's made one for himselfOne for me tooOne of these daysHe'll make one

For you (X4)

My boy builds coffinsFor better or worseSome say it's a blessingSome say it's a curseHe fits them togetherIn sunshine or rainEach one is uniqueNo two are the same

My boy builds coffinsAnd I think it's a shameThat when each one's been madeHe can't see it againHe crafts every oneWith love and with careThen it's thrown in the groundIt just isn't fair

My boy builds coffinsHe makes them all dayBut it's not just for workAnd it isn't for playHe's made one for himselfOne for me tooOne of these daysHe'll make one

For you (x4)

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