Jacknife - The Tellers

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