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

okay here we go again

time for the wolf and out

you know what I'm really trying right now is

I'm really trying to sort of find energy from

somewhere.

You know what I sometimes find energy from?

I find energy from the end of tour shows.

You know, when the audience is just really going for it.

And sometimes, sometimes, I don't know, that energy.

What?

What?

You've had a fucking hard on now, probably since Thursday night and that got posted.

I've never seen you, like, relish.

I've got, like, you have literally had your gun cocked sitting on the edge.

No, you don't even know what I'm going to say.

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