Flint Jack Lyrics

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?