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  • Текст песни Futurama - Robot Hell Song

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    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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