Flint Jack

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Flint Jack

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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?

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