My Boy Builds Coffins

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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, 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 impact 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 each ones 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 One of these days he'll make one for you

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