專輯：Between Two Lungs
歌曲：My Boy Builds Coffins
作曲：
Christopher Lloyd Hayden、
Florence Welch、
Rob Ackroyd
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
One for me too
One of these days
he'll make one for you
For you, for you, for you
