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 for now, la. 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 hear's a 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 song's about two grown men

dressed up as a bird and a dog

yo happy new year

2003 welcome to our hearts

wow baby 23 the wolf and owl has made it to another 2003 welcome into our hearts. Wow, baby.

23.

The wolf and owl has made it to another year.

And just before we press record, Tom and I were talking about what a piece of shit this is.

I don't know why Tom decided to, literally, I'm not exaggerating here.

Tom literally said the words just before we click record.

What even is this? No, no. I was saying in an affectionate way. I said I listen,

sometimes you listen to episodes, right? And I go back and think, oh my, I can hear it in my

voice quite, like where my mental health was at that point. It's a peep behind the curtain

of both of our brains and how it works, right?

But there's no other, right, so look, so to get the whole scenario correct,

we were talking about the fact we're doing the live shows this week, right?

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Manchester, right?

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