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 wolf and ale inside a place

uh boom

Tom is at home.

I'm in India.

Yeah, boy.

Where in India are you?

I'm currently in Mumbai.

Wow.

You are incredible the way that you have literally,

you're like a proper Roman reporter now.

Well.

You're almost Santa Claus. You've been to every, some be countries in the last couple months. I mean, he does it all in the night, but you've absolutely leathered. Oh, speaking of doing it all in the night, I've just literally just started recording the quick time on this, so that's a fuck up. But I watched Red One before I went to India.

Any good?

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