Futurama OST - Robot Hell | Текст песни

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Beezelbot:
Gentlemen?

Bender:
Aw, crap, singing. Mind if I smoke?

Beelzebot:
Cigar's are evil, you won't miss 'em
We'll find ways to simulate that smell
What a sorry fella! Rolled up and smoked
Like a panatella, here on level one of Robot Hell

Gambling's wrong and so is cheating
So is forging phony IOU's
Let's let Lady Luck decide
What type of torture's justified,
I'm pit boss here on level two

Ooh, deep-fried robot

Bender:
Just tell me why

Beelzebot:
Just read this fifty-five page warrant

Bender:
There must be robots worse than I

Beelzebot:
We checked around, there really aren't

Bender:
Then please let me explain, my crimes were merely boyish pranks

Beelzebot:
You stole from boy scouts, nuns, and banks

Bender:
Aw, don't blame me, blame my upbringing

Beelzebot:
Please stop sinning while I'm singing
Selling bootleg tapes is wrong
Musicians need that income to survive

Beastie Boys:
Hey, Bender gonna make some noise!
With your hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys
That's what-cha, what-cha, what-cha get on level five

Fry:
I don't feel well

Leela:
It's up to us to rescue him

Fry:
Maybe he likes it here in hell

Leela:
It's us who tempted him to sin

Fry:
Maybe he's back at the motel

Leela:
Come on, Fry, don't be scared!
I'm sure at least one of us will be spared
So just sit back, Enjoy the ride.

Fry:
My ass has blisters from the slide

Beelzebot:
Fencing diamonds, fixing cockfights
Publishing indecent magazines
You'll pay for every crime
Knee-deep in electric slime
You'll suffer 'till the end of time
Enduring tortures, most of which rhyme
Trapped forever, here in Robot Hell

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