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 the expect killings red spilling and flesh

ripping impressive in it the death

bringing his head spinning just kidding

every word in his song's about two grown men

dressed up as a bird and a dog

welcome

guess who's back inside the building

the wolf on the owl

Oh yeah

Oh yeah honey I've got just making The Wolf on the Al! Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, honey.

I've got to just making a mission.

Hungover Wolf today, boy.

Hang in today.

Now we get...

Is this the first time we've had a hungover wolf on the pod?

I think so.

No, I think earlier on we did, but I muddled through it.

I don't know if I'm emotionally hung over or just like sort of stagnantly hung over.

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