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 eachones been made, he can't see it again   He crafts every one with love and repair   Then its thrown in the ground and it just doesn't fit      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