the Jack knife, the b**h of a wife
The outtuned 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 pa**ing (f)uck,
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.