S.A.N. - Robot Hell Song | Текст песни

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• Robot Hell Song

Robot Devil: We know all your sins bender and for each one we've prepared an agonizing and ironic punishment. Gentlemen?
[Music starts]

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

[singing starts]

Robot Devil: Cigars 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 panetela, Here on level one of Robot Hell!

Robot Devil: 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!

[He spins a wheel that Bender is strapped to. Luck decides to deep-fry Bender.]

Robot Devil[speaking]: Ooh! Deep-fried robot!

[CUT TO... Bender is be-ing dipped in what looks like boiling oil, the song has started up agian]

Bender: Just tell me why.

Robot Devil: Please read this 55-page warrant.

Bender: There must be robots worse than I.

Robot Devil: We've checked around, there really aren't.

Bender: Then please let me explain, My crimes were merely boy-ish pranks.

Robot Devil: You stole from boy scouts, nuns and banks!

Bender: Ah, don't blame me, Blame my upbringing!

[He steals the Robot Devil's wallet.]

Robot Devil: Please stop sinning while I'm singing!

[he rips off Benders arm]

Robot Devil: Selling bootleg tapes is wrong, Musicians need that income to survive.

[the song turns into a rap]

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

[CUT TO... Fry and Leela sliding down an enomous slide, the regular tune returns to the song]

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.

Robot Devil: 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 torture's, most of which rhyme, Trapped forever here in Robot Hell!

[The Robot Devil tosses his hat away and stops singing]

Robot Devil: Of couse thats just for starters.

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