Monks Of Doom - Flint Jack Lyrics
Flint jackHes a master of his tradeOh young edwards twisted soul has finally come of ageAnd from a piece of flintAn arrowhead was shapedThe only thing as good as gold is something thats as good as oldFlint jack, youve gone and spent it all on drink againOh the prince of fabricators!Who knows where youve been and where you will rest?Flint jackHes a master of his tradeOh young edwards twisted soul has finally come of ageAnd from a plate of tinWas formed a roman breastplateThe only thing as good as gold is something thats as good as oldFlint jack, youve gone and spent it all on drink againOh the prince of fabricators!Who knows where youve been and where you will rest?Oh the prince of fabricators, never will you be savedOh the prince of fabricators where are you now?cos this is your golden ageThis is your golden ageFlint jackHes a master of his tradeOh young edwards twisted soul, never will it be savedHes got a pack rat penchant for the precious thingsAnd he will fool us yetcos the only thing thats good as gold is something thats as good as old.Flint jack, youve gone and spent it all on drink againOh the prince of fabricators!Who knows where youve been and where you will rest?
