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 served. 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 expect killings red spilling and flesh ripping

impressive in it the death bringing its head spinning

just kidding every word in his song's about two grown men

dressed up as a bird and a dog

welcome to the episode four of the Wolf and our podcast.

The reason I hesitate is because this actually is our last episode before Christmas.

Is it? I was...

Yeah.

Yeah. That's why I hesitated.

So basically, let me talk you through the genesis of this podcast.

In March, Tom and I decided we were going to do a podcast. Over the next few

months, you won't be aware of it. Well, you might be aware of this when you've seen our

thirsty little posts out on Instagram looking for questions and bits and pieces. Anyway, the point

I'm trying to make is we've taken so long that we now have reached Christmas.

And we've already put it out the fourth episode.

That's how bad this has been.

We've got four.

I know, total.

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