VOX POPULI Sing-Along - Hazbin Hotel S2 | Prime Video

You're acting out like you want teachers' attention.

Well, I'm the principal of this eternal attention.

I hope you had your fun, but son, it's time to ring the bell.

Ding, ding.

Cinnamon, you're getting way too big for your screen.

Now I'm here to drop the punishment.

It's going to be me.

Just in case y'all have forgotten who's the motherfucking king.

To say my name I am so spooky And as yet I am a living aspect Of the infinite So scream all you want Mr. TV headman I'm nearly a god Who are you?

Just a dead man

Wow, super scary.

I see why they give you such a big hat.

Quick thing, though.

It's curious you stopped by to fight me nail and tooth, when all I mean to try is to dispense a dose of truth.

We sinners do not need a king, we need someone who understands.

A different kind of despot, bringing respite from divine demands.

New order like what Lilith had envisioned when she threatened them.

She knew hell could be great, and we can make hell great again!

Just imagine if we could flip the script.

Take the fight back way upstairs and make them beg and say their prayers.

And what would happen if we could run this ship?

Hoist the mainsail, paint the decks, have a crewmate to protect.

Because they want us all divided.

That is how they keep us down.

We got the guts.

We got the hot spot, we got the means to seize the crown If you're not fucking stupid, then you've only got one choice Me, Vox Populi, the people's voice Try to picture if we could escape this fall

Never have to live in fear of days that angels may appear Cause here's the kicker, sinners can save their souls Not by changing for redemption, but by taking over heaven They say hell's too populated, that's why they exterminate We got the numbers, we got the thunder, let's annex their real estate If you wanna see a new world, raise your fists and make some noise

Manifest destiny.

Long as you invest in me, the rest will all fit into place.

Meanwhile, this king thinks all of us peasants should be satisfied with an endless existence of suffering.

Tell me, hell, are you satisfied?

Your wife knew it was wrong, Lou.

Maybe that's why she's not around anymore.

Here it comes.

Smite me.

Silence me.

That's all you angels know how to do.

You won't do it.

You're weak.

They didn't banish you.

They clipped your wings and chained you down here.

Well, I got no chains on me.

Who's with me?

I love it!

Hail Vox Populi, the people's voice!