Oh, That Old Saw

Been trying to piece together the lyrics to Love Tractor's greatest ever song, "I Broke My Saw," partly from liner lyrics (kindly provided by Robb L., along with a clean MP3 to replace my tinny, recorded-off-the-radio-in-mono-then-transferred-from-tape-to-mp3 versions), partly from pure guesswork. That John Seawright (R.I.P.) must have been an enigmatic character. If you know the song ... little help, por favor?
(Bandwidth & connectivity dinosaurism -- NOT the RIAA -- prevent me from providing the MP3, but you can get it on the CD Themes from Venus.)

I Broke My Saw

(Love Tractor / John Seawright)

The story so far: The trouble spots:
Tell Jill & Tina to come to my house Tell Valentina? Bill & Tina? I would like it to be: "Tell the wood dealer." It is probably not. I will probably hear it that way, regardless.
I broke my saw and I can't come out
I lost it all when I broke that deadly saw
And nobody round here even knows what I'm talking about

You're going to need a saw
To get something to live without

 
Yeah I'm going to need a box A box? You're gonna need a box? Really?
After you learn it out After you lend it out? After you burn it out?
Well I lost it all when I broke that deadly saw
And it don't mean a thing just to have it off my mind
 
When you sing in feedback When you say it'll be back? I'll be back?
To replace Liner lyrics say something about "red tape," but that doesn't sound like what he's singing.
Only to find out
A sideshowing nightclub
After any old midnight
Goes like, "Um ... um ... hmmm ... hrmmmm ... huh?"
Since full of hate
I simply can't stand to be any other way
But way out
Cast out from the in crowd oh
You get so lonely
 
You're going to need a saw to get something to burn  
Unless you use your [?] house Not "bachelor," but almost sounds like that.
Or your pickle churn (There really is such a thing as a pickle churn. I looked it up.)
Well I lost it all when I broke that deadly saw
And I don't like the way you tell me to stand back and wait my turn

Well I lost it all when I broke that deadly saw
But it don't mean a thing just to have it off my mind

 
When you say: Now I'll be back late
To your place
Only to find out
A side-showing nightclub
After any old midnight
Somehow this has to have something to do with a broken saw. Or it doesn't.
Since full of hate
I simply can't stand to be any other way
But way out
Cast out from the downtown oh
Well you get so lonely
 
You get lonely motel six
Or you must be invisible, man
Totally lost here
It would be so cruel
To have to live without a deadly tool
Perhaps the greatest couplet in the history of recorded song