歌词
作词 : Ramsey Garcia
作曲 : Dean Dimarzo
Oh welcome to this daunting hell that I call home
A feast of horrors only breaks if you have a soul
I can do this all my life, feels right
I can't change
But should this sin feel light, or carried by this weight?
Your souls will all be mine
A great exchange
This radio survived
With a smiling face you've seen it all
But I've got them back in line
You'll grieve your souls
But this contract has been signed
Tailored sinners waging war
And with ease I fit the style
And I feel it in my core
They hear you say
I wish that we could go back
To the Age of Stereo
I'd make a wicked broadcast
Tuned to waves they sing-along
And they say
In a world of lost souls
Hey
I will make it bow down to me
You wanted to this go high
You dreams are rooted in my palms
A favor that I'd co-sign
To get this show on air
Oh my, no need to read between the lines
Become mine, and join the winning side
Oh I can do this all my life, feels right
I can't change
This hotel is your own prize, and I rigged the games
Unaware of you true size, in time
I'll put the strings
I've had enough of being the mime
Tailored sinners waging war
And with ease I fit the style
And I feel it in my core
They hear you say
I wish that we could go back
To the Age of Stereo
I'd make a wicked broadcast
Tuned to waves they sing-along
And they say
In a world of lost souls
Hey
I will make it bow down to me
Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel
Where you will meet a misguided path to redemption
Wish we can go back
I'd burn it down
Tailored sinners waging war
And with ease I fit the style
And I feel it in my core
They hear you say
I wish that we could go back
To the Age of Stereo
I'd make a wicked broadcast
Tuned to waves they sing-along
And they say
In a world of lost souls
Hey
I will make it bow down to me