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 his head spinning

just kidding every word in his songs

about two grown men dressed up as a bird and a dog

dog

oh my gosh

what time is it

I know what time it is Tom

yeah what time is it what time is it

what time is it looking at watch

look at watch our, baby. Oh shit, shit, shit. Oh my God. Inside the place. Wolf and now! Tell your friends. Margie. Tell your mum. Magic. Hello. How you do? Is that an aggression Blake number you're wearing there? It is aggression black. I believe you've got this same track. I've got it in red and blue. Have it? Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's nice. Gresham smashing some nice looks. Yeah, shout out to Gresham Blake. While we're talking about clothes, I've got something I have to ask you. So in the backdrop of your shot here, there's a trench behind you.

Can I ask who that trench belongs to?

That is my trench.

Okay.

Thank you, Tom.

Let me tell you why.

I have been having an ongoing argument with a swan.

Yeah.

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