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

welcome to the bonus thing it's the bonus thing

you know bonus thing inside your face it is the bonus thing

it's time for the bonus episode of the Wolfel Allent Ting. Listen to the bonus app. E-mails and team.

What I love is your energy is incredible when you get into this one. You're so like a marathon runner on the last line. You can see the sort of the crowd and you can see the finish line. Yeah. When I was a kid, I was like, as you know, very big.

Yeah. And we were doing a 400 meter race and managed to negotiate a 10 meter head start just

based on my size. The teacher let me have a 10 meter head start. Wow. And I really powered

for the first 100 meters and I thought I was going to win it and then I came in last.

There's nothing quite...

Isn't it a weird thing to think back to that

of those days, right?

When you were in head

in the fucking front of a race

in head of a race

and you thought you might,

that might be the moment of change

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