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 serped. 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 Wolf and our podcast

First of all apologies for my sound, my mic's broken

And also, I might sound quite stressed out.

We couldn't get this thing to work for the last few minutes.

It was quite stressful.

On your part, you were really...

Well, what I would say, Tom.

You were having a little tis, weren't you?

Yeah.

I don't think I showered myself in glory in the last few minutes to to goodness of me. You were, the panic on your face looked like you've been arranging a sort of surprise party for Lisa, and she was on the sort of like cusp of finding out, and you're doing anything you could to sort of like keep it hidden. I don't know. I just wanted to get the podcast done.

Not in a bad way,

in a good way.

But then like... Yeah,

I was excited to get on. Because what I find is, it's a bit like a full start in it and in an Olympic race. Like if you're all pumped up, you're on the 100 meter line, you're ready to dash. Yeah. And then someone fucking goes early

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