Jacknife Songtext
von The Tellers

The Jack knife, the bitch 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 passing (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