Mondegreen / My Boy builds houses

My boy builds houses and makes them look grey;
I think he leaves it the concrete this way –
My stomach is hungry it’s crying its brains
I think it’s dying to drive me insane.
My pockets know nothing no name no fame
It shows that surely Heaven will pay
My boy is coughing each day in pain,
My boy is waking each day the same
Happy oh this house
Keep my boy in rest today.

*listening to florence + the machine

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