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, 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 it's a blessing, some say it's a curse
He fits them togеther in sunshine or rain
Each one is uniquе, no two are the same

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...
He'll make one...
He'll make one for you...