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

hello and welcome to the wolf for now

we're doing Sunday morning because last week's was shit

how are you? How's was shit. How are you?

How's it going?

How are you feeling in yourself and around you?

Well, I'm a wreck, mate.

Are you a wreck?

As in Mighty Cyrus, sort of wrecking ball or you're like something the ball's hit?

There's two fundamental prongs that are

disrupting my ongoing sort of denial of my aging process okay the first one is that on by the way tom

i'm going to tell you something now what i did something straight off the back of, I basically followed in your footsteps.

Wow.

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