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Flint JackHe's a master of his tradeOh young Edward's twisted soul has finally come of ageAnd from a piece of flintAn arrowhead was shapedThe only thing as good as gold is something that's as good as oldFlint Jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink againOh the Prince of Fabricators!Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?Flint JackHe's a master of his tradeOh young Edward's twisted soul has finally come of ageAnd from a plate of tinWas formed a Roman breastplateThe only thing as good as gold is something that's as good as oldFlint Jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink againOh the Prince of Fabricators!Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?Oh the Prince of Fabricators, never will you be savedOh the Prince of Fabricators where are you now?'Cause this is your golden ageThis is your golden ageLetras de cancionesFlint JackHe's a master of his tradeOh young Edward's twisted soul, never will it be savedHe's got a pack rat penchant for the precious thingsAnd 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 againOh the Prince of Fabricators!Who knows where you've been and where you will rest? From Letras Mania