The Tellers - Jack Knife lyrics

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.