Lyrics Holy is this true? Alastor's been defeated? By Lucifer? (No!) Then who? That self-absorbed TV head Word is, he gut him fair and square I heard Vox 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 sharmy talk, I thought 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 (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, Pic and Hatchet, best believe your gang fights are gonna be 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 up there Books, tea, elder care Mi queirda, Carmilla Are you serious?Mm, yeah, okay, mm-mm It's the dawn of a new regime Come on, join the winning team It's so much fun to be— Bad with us So bad with us (So bad with us) Cha-cha-cha No! Stop
