Flint Jack Lyrics - Monks Of Doom

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?