Song | Flint Jack |
Artist | Monks of Doom |
Album | Forgery |
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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? |