Lyrics:
My favorite bandsaw is up for sale My favorite bandsaw is up for sale It cuts wood like a strong ale I'm pumping gas with Jack Kerouac I'm pumping
Bandsaw Suzie married young, against her parents' wishes But was devoted to her husband all her life He was the singer in a band that played around
on the bandsaw Rare leaf in the jam jar Rare leaf in the jam jar In D.C. like HR '03 Iraqi playing cards Gold teeth on the bandsaw Rare leaf in the jam jar Rare
Be careful with the bandsaw, the bandsaw rips the arm and hand The bandsaw chews the flesh and blood, alas the gauze not for the faint It's so merited
quite dreary Yeah Let me hear it in the back Eskedeet wood shop gang Mr. Tippets put your weiner in the bandsaw Weiner in the handclamp Weiner in
your brain To cut out the cancerous societal bane The bandsaw is sharpened, the bandsaw awaits To cure your disease with a painful lobotomy Preyed upon
Cash flow I been running up the cash hoe Bands flow I been counting up my bands hoe Bandsaw yeah you know that that’s my shooter it’s a standoff We
tied her up (and then) He turned on the bandsaw (and then, and then!) And then along came Jones Tall, thin Jones Slow-walkin' Jones Slow-talkin'
her up (and then?) He turned on the bandsaw (and then, and then?) And then along came Jones Tall, thin Jones Slow-walkin' Jones Slow-talkin'
her up (and then) He turned on the bandsaw (and then, and then!) And then along came Jones Tall, thin Jones Slow-walkin' Jones Slow-talkin' Jones
up (and then) He turned on the bandsaw (and then, and then!) And then along came Jones Tall, thin Jones Slow-walkin' Jones Slow-talkin' Jones Along
her up (and then) He turned on the bandsaw (and then, and then!) And then along came Jones Tall, thin Jones Slow-walkin' Jones Slow-talkin' Jones
up (and then) He turned on the bandsaw (and then, and then!) And then along came Jones Tall thin Jones Slow-walkin' Jones Slow-talkin' Jones Along
up (and then) He turned on the bandsaw (and then, and then!) And then along came Jones Tall, thin Jones Slow-walkin' Jones Slow-talkin' Jones Along
like a bandsaw But what the heck, it's just a radio check." And that there's how to ratchetjaw [CB conversations. They're overlaid, as if you're
like a bandsaw, I'm sorry baby but your roving poet's just a footloose man-whore, who can't talk the talk anymore We're just passing through At ten
Massage my cheek to relax my jaw Already lost three thumbs to the bandsaw Which makes procuring proper gloves awkward Overheard by storefront
Bonin' on a bandsaw, gotta be quick or you might cut a half log Jimmy's got his ear clogged, turtle beeswax in the yard with the big dogs With the big
now (My God it’s worse than I thought) Did we really do that? How did we never get caught? No wonder there’s a bandsaw cutting through my brain I doubt
Don't know what you see in me I'm not your enemy So go ahead whisper your reveries Single file, step in line Cutting through you a bandsaw in your mind
Castings and mouldings, extrusions and pressings The bandsaw, the dropforge, the milling machine. The tools and the skills have changed through the centuries
I'm an eye sore, making my eyes dim So, so i Breakout the bandsaw, neck on the pavement You gotta nice life Guess I wanna take it Breakout the quick
do you can't prove I'm hands off Even when I bust a man tooth like Randolph My flow will chop a hand off like a bandsaw Chuck you out in the tropical
Don't need a perk to take my mask off I cut it up like a band-saw, they say they sick they a bad cough I act raw, I stand tall, unleash the drum till
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