Testo Jack Knife

Jack Knife



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.







Jasmien