Lyrics: Jack Hoyle
Music: Jack Hoyle
Ladies and gentlemen
This is a show of hells proportions
Take your seatbelts!
Who is the best around
To turn that smile upside down?
You need to watch your mouth
See me from another view
Why would you have a doubt
That I'm the best one in this town
So don't you **** around
Take this world and make it new
These demons are utterly laughable!
I'm steady feeling for reasons
To go pounce on a demon
They swear I'm really a heathen
I might've blacked out
The radio is my being
Among the fire and screaming
There is a purpose and meaning
To what I act out
Wait
I'm broadcasting it all
No
DΠ΅mise I never faltΠ΅r
Defying any laws, yeah
The show is never pausing
For anyone
What I do is said and done
They bleed I watch them run
All in fun, in coldest blood
I demand you to stop
Maybe view maybe watch
From the one who's on the top
Of the whole game
How recluse I am not
For the people who popped
And I choose to devour these old lames
Might be cannibalistic man even sadistic
Just sit here and listen
There's no shame
Baby don't you forget
The radio demon is out on a mission for more pain
Who is the best around
To turn that smile upside down?
You need to watch your mouth
See me from another view
Why would you have a doubt
That I'm the best one in this town
So don't you **** around
Take this world and make it new
Tune on in to the radio
Lend your ear and listen close
Now your stuck with a gracious host
You want to live, forfeit your soul
Sinners under my control
I hold the cards and all your hope
Speak right into the microphone
Set the stage give them a show!
I know it's been a while
Since somebody treated hell with some style
And some class and I don't mean to be crass
But theses new motion pictures are appealing?
I can't believe what I'm hearing
Let me show ya'll
How we did it in the appalachians
Some static magic
It's awful graphic
Charts the screams
While they're laughing
These kind of things just happen to hazbins
It's the take over of the century
Put the phone down
Turn off the tv
Gather a crowd around
Well it's easy
When your world is built on the big screen
Oh lord I'm so bored
I want more
Chaos, destruction
I long for
Entertain this hunger in my core
This hotel I just can't ignore
Get a load of this demon
The heathen and this feed
And the feed on the weekend even the beings in the garden of Eden
I'm eating up like apples
My demeanor ain't evil
It's either the devil is grin
Or the sins I committed
But no one knows what happened
I'm just a local radio host
An old friend
Who tends to go unnoticed
The broadcast open
So if you're down on your luck
Give an amen to omen
Who is the best around
To turn that smile upside down?
You need to watch your mouth
See me from another view
Why would you have a doubt
That I'm the best in this town
So don't you **** around
Take this world and make it new
Tune on in to the radio
Lend your ear and listen close
Now your stuck with a godless host
You want to live, forfeit your soul
Sinners under my control
I hold the cards and all your hope
Speak right into the microphone
Set a stage, give them a show!
That's all the time we have for today, folks
Thank you for tuning in for another very special broadcast