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Flint Jack
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Monks Of Doom
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Flint jack
Hes a master of his trade
Oh young edwards 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 thats as good as old
Flint jack, youve gone and spent it all on drink again
Oh the prince of fabricators!
Who knows where youve been and where you will rest?
Flint jack
Hes a master of his trade
Oh young edwards 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 thats as good as old
Flint jack, youve gone and spent it all on drink again
Oh the prince of fabricators!
Who knows where youve 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
Hes a master of his trade
Oh young edwards twisted soul, never will it be saved
Hes got a pack rat penchant for the precious things
And he will fool us yet
cos the only thing thats good as gold is something thats as good as old.
Flint jack, youve gone and spent it all on drink again
Oh the prince of fabricators!
Who knows where youve been and where you will rest?
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