Holy shit, is this true?
Alastor's been defeated

By Lucifer?

No!

Then who?

That self-absorbed TV head

Word he gut him fair and square

I heard Vox fucked him with a chair

Either way, it seemin' the Radio Demon's off the air

I can't remember ever seeing power shift this fast

With all his smarmy talk I thought Vox was just gassed up

Now he's surpassed all expectations

Hell was we knew it is through
He's shaken the foundations

Now that Vox's muscles are flexed

Who knows what moves those Vees'll 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

Bad with us

Come and make angels mad with us

So mad with us

And Zeezi

I heard 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?

Yeah, okay

It's the dawn of a new regime
C'mon, join the winning team

It's so much fun to be

Bad with us (Bad with us)
So bad (So fucking bad)
With us

Chachachá

No!

Stop it!