My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't make tables, dresses atau 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 them 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

My boy builds coffins for better atau worse
Some say it's a blessing,...

As i commited my crimes in a darkened room
A bird flew by, and saw what i'd done it set up a nest outside
And he sang about what i'd become
He sang so loud
He sang so clear
I was afraid all the neighbours would hear
So i invited him in, to reason with him
I promised i wouldn't do it again
But he sang louder and louder inside the house
And now i couldn't get him out
So I trapped him under a cardboard box
And stood on it to make him stop
I picked up the bird and above the dim i said
"That's the last song you'll ever sing"
Held him down, broke his neck
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget

Then i put that bird...