The Tellers - Jacknife lyrics

The Jack knife, the b**h 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 pa**ing f** 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