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

its head spinning.

Just kidding, every word in his song's about two grown men dressed up as a bird and a dog.

Ladies and gentlemen of Hammer Smith, put your hands together for the wolf.

And now!

Yes. I. Yes.

We should do a little ventriloquist to act.

Oh, you know what we could do?

You do me?

Mate, that's a great idea.

All right.

Yours has got quite a floppy head. Yeah.

Hello Tom.

Hello you, sweet, sweet soul.

So Tom, Tom,

Tom, how do you think that first off went, mate?

Why are you putting his hand on his dick?

Why, yours is really like, leany.

Can I, should we be honest, this hasn't gone as well as we thought it was going to? No, no, no, no.

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