Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
Castings and mouldings, extrusions and pressings
The bandsaw, the dropforge, the milling machine.
The tools and the skills have changed through the centuries
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
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
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
Massage my cheek to relax my jaw
Already lost three thumbs to the bandsaw
Which makes procuring proper gloves awkward
Overheard by storefront
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
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
of you on a bandsaw
I cannot do my due diligence
My heart has taken over
My left side's a crashed computer
Lights out I'm down to fuck
Dribble pigeon milk
debating whether or not to chop her up at my house
Bandsaw makes the grand slaw invitations for the land lord paying my rent- with my grand swords
the foundation of war
BOOM BOOM BOOM cold blooded with their motions
BOOM BOOM BOOM cold blooded with their motions
Cut through opposition with a bandsaw
Caught
Kill you with a bandsaw, kill you with a chain
Rip your fucking eyes out, makes me go insane
Kick you in the head, rip out your heart
I'll be
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