My Boy Builds Coffins Songtext / Lyric

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



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