Yo, what do you want, beak or jaws, feathers or fur, sharp teeth or feet with claws,

whatever's preferred, they'll grant you all last request to steady your nerves, then podcast

the body parts get severed and serked. Bring your weak shit, where the wall finale, that ain't just

a mistake, that's an awful howler. Both of them are known to pull up at your shows.

Have the crowd witnessing a murder like they rolled in with a gang of crows. Fuck their censorship. Let them see the whole thing. They stay dressed to kill. Never sheep's clothing. Dark enough to turn the sun to the moon. You'll see nothing. All your hears are huffer puff and a... the expect killings red spilling and flesh ripping

impressive in it the death bringing his head spinning

just kidding every word in his songs about two grown men

dressed up as a bird and a dog

welcome to the Wolf and Ambola's episode

it's me Tom Dave, oh that's me and Tom Davis

I'm quite,

I'm hungover.

Are you hung up?

How out of 10?

How long over you?

Seven?

I'm on a two-day hangover at the moment.

Right.

Like,

I was pretty loaded two days ago.

I'm thinking about,

you know,

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