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My Boy Builds Coffins (iTunes Live: London Festival / 2010) - Florence + The Machine
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;
They've 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 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 each one's been made
He can't see it again
He crafts everyone 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
He's made One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you
For you
For you
For you
For you