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

Hello and welcome to the wolf and owl

Boom

I'm in bed

Well two things I need to talk about

One I'm in bed in a hotel room. Yeah. Because I'm filming. Which hotel you in? I mean, oh, I won't be there by the time this goes out. I don't want people turning up at the window and stuff. Well, hopefully not, because otherwise it's a problem. Flex. I'm at the Hilton in Houston. Oh.

But I forgot my mic.

Living that nice life.

I'm recording this on a laptop mic.

So apologies for sound quality.

But that in context.

Tom's sound is shit every week and he never apologises.

So, you know?

My sound has got better.

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