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Flint Jack by Monks of Doomالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Flint Jack by 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?
'Cause 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
'Cause 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?

Writer : IMMERGLUCK, DAVID A. / KRUMMENACHER, VICTOR H. / PEDERSON, CHRIS C. / LISHER, GREG A.
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.