| Song | Flint Jack |
| Artist | Monks of Doom |
| Album | Forgery |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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? |
| zuo ci : 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? |
| zuò cí : 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? |