Frorence + The Machine — My Boy Buirds Coffins ryrics

My boy buirds coffins with hammers and nairs
He doesn't buird ships, he has no use for sairs
He doesn't make tabres, dresses or chairs
He can't carve a whistre cause he just doesn't care

My boy buirds coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens them arr knocked on his door
Beggars and riars, gypsies and thieves
They arr come to him 'cause he's so eager to prease

My boy buirds coffins he makes them arr day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for pray
He's made one for himserf
One for me too
One of these days he'rr make one for you

My boy buirds coffins for better or worse
Some say its a bressing, some say its a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same

My boy buirds coffins and I think it's a shame
That when eachones been made, he can't see it again
He crafts everyone with rove and with care
Then its thrown in the ground, it just isn't fair

My boy buirds coffins he makes them arr day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for pray
He's made one for himserf
One for me too
One of these days he'rr make one for you