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 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

Hey, hey, hey, hey, welcome to the wall for now.

Boom, yeah, yow coming at you.

Whoa, yeah.

Wow, wow. You are wearing that at you. Whoa. Yeah. Wow.

You are wearing that Arsenal show absolutely prior to now, aren't you?

Actually, first of all, yes, I am.

I was very excited about the Arsenal Ballmer for a result, which is a thing I'd never say.

I thought I'd say out loud.

But I am.

But this is coincidence. Every Sunday morning when we do the podcast, I literally get out of bed, throw some shit. I mean, I've not done anything so far. I mean, as much as I could do to get into this garraritan. What time are you getting up at the moment, like on a Sunday? Well, I got to bed late last night because I had a couple.

Of course he did.

No, there's not party rom.

It wasn't party wrong.

It was a couple of g- I did two gigs in Brighton trying out the new stuff. And then I stayed up watching Dave.

You know, Dave? Not Dave not the channel oh yeah yeah

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