The Tellers
Jacknife
The Jack knife, the bitch of a wife
The out tuned whistle of borrowed strife
The days bare, the nights unfair
The times you're painfully aware
Well, I'm gonna tell you what I am lookin' for
I'm gonna tell you what I am lookin' for
Well, I'm not lookin' for
The cake's cut, the penny's luck
The concerto's line's a passing fuck
The empty shell, the glimpse of hell
And now I know you all to well
Well, I'm gonna tell you what I'm lookin' for
I'm gonna tell you what I'm lookin' for
Well, I'm not lookin' for you
