Lyrics Original Translation Bilingual
Holy shit, is this true? Alastor's been defeated? By Lucifer? (No), then who? That self-absorbed TV head Word is, he got him fair and square I heard Vox fucked him with a chair Either way, it's seemin' the Radio Demon's off the air I can't remember ever seein' power shift this fast With all his smarmy talk, I though Vox was just gassed up Now he's surpassed all expectations Hell, as we know it is through, he's shaken the foundations Now that Vox's muscles are flexed Who knows what moves those Vees will make next? So, I've had a stroke of luck, it's true But I'm not one to rest on my laurels What better time to reinforce our crew? Grab an olive branch, go knock on some door-els Why should we keep crossing swords? After all, we're all overlords You know you wanna be bad with us Come and make angels mad with us (so mad with us) And Zeezi? I hear that Heaven has some pretty sick venues Open a club up, make a hubbub, drop a beat to amen to Hey, Prick and Hatchet, best believe your gang fights are gonna be batshit With exorcist blades, you can fill Heaven with rage Oh, Maestro, I know a tranquil realm where you can rest Hey, Zestial, there's old, boring shit up there Books, tea, elder care Mi querida, Carmilla Are you serious? (Mm, yeah, okay, mhm) It's the dawn of a new regime (whoa) Come on, join the winning team (it's so much fun to be) Bad with us So bad with us (so fuckin' bad with us) Cha-cha-cha No (stop it) ย