My Boy Makes Coffins

My Boy Makes Coffins is a song by Florence + The Machine. It is sung by Abi in Merchant Of Death.

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Abi:

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 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

Abi with New Directions:

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

Abi with New Directions Boys:

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

Abi with New Directions Girls:

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

Abi and New Directions:

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