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