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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 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 (X4) 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 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 (X4)