[00:00.00] 作词 : Christopher Lloyd Hayden/Rob Ackroyd/Florence Welch
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Christopher Lloyd Hayden/Rob Ackroyd/Florence Welch
[00:27.24]My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
[00:30.86]He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
[00:34.54]He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs
[00:38.66]He can't carve a whistle 'cause he just doesn't care
[00:42.59]My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
[00:46.71]Kings and queens, they've all knocked on his door
[00:50.64]Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
[00:54.51]They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please
[00:58.87]My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
[01:02.31]But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
[01:06.05]He's made one for himself, one for me too
[01:10.12]One of these days he'll make one for you
[01:17.61]For you, for you, for you
[01:30.28]My boy builds coffins for better or worse
[01:33.54]Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse
[01:37.59]He fits them together in sunshine or rain
[01:41.59]Each one is unique, no two are the same
[01:45.64]My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame
[01:49.39]That when each one's been made, he can't see it again
[01:53.19]He crafts every one with love and with care
[01:57.19]Then it's thrown in the ground, it just isn't fair
[02:01.93]My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
[02:05.05]But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
[02:08.92]He's made one for himself, one for me too
[02:13.12]And one of these days he'll make one for you
[02:20.67]For you, for you, for you

作词 : Christopher Lloyd Hayden/Rob Ackroyd/Florence Welch
作曲 : Christopher Lloyd Hayden/Rob Ackroyd/Florence Welch
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 it's a blessing, some say it's 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 every one 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
And one of these days he'll make one for you
For you, for you, for you