Flint Jack Lyrics by Monks Of Doom

Flint Jack Lyrics

    Flint jack
    He's a master of his trade
    Oh young edward's twisted soul has finally come of age
    And from a piece of flint
    An arrowhead was shaped
    The only thing as good as gold is something that's as good as old

    Flint jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink again
    Oh the prince of fabricators!
    Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?

    Flint jack
    He's a master of his trade
    Oh young edward's twisted soul has finally come of age
    And from a plate of tin
    Was formed a roman breastplate
    The only thing as good as gold is something that's as good as old

    Flint jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink again
    Oh the prince of fabricators!
    Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?

    Oh the prince of fabricators, never will you be saved
    Oh the prince of fabricators where are you now?
    'cos this is your golden age
    This is your golden age

    Flint jack
    He's a master of his trade
    Oh young edward's twisted soul, never will it be saved
    He's got a pack rat penchant for the precious things
    And he will fool us yet
    'cos the only thing that's good as gold is something that's as good as old.

    Flint jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink again
    Oh the prince of fabricators!
    Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?

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