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 have 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 ones been made, he can't see it again He crafts everyone with love and with care Then its 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 And one of these days he'll make one for you For you For you For you Oh, Oh, oh, oh Oh