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.)

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