Futurama
Futurama - Robot Hell lyrics
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From : Gentlemen? : Aw, crap, singing. Mind if I smoke? : 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 collicella, here on level one of Robot Hell! Gambling's wrong and so is cheating, so is f orging phony I.O.U.s. Let's let Lady Luck decide what type of torture's justified, I'm pit force here on level two! Ooh, deep-fried robot! : Just tell me why! : Just read this fifty-five page warrant. : There must be robots worse than I! : We checked around, there really aren't. : Then please let me explain, my crimes were merely boyish pranks. : You stole from boy scouts, nuns and banks! : Aw, don't blame me, blame my upbringing! : Please stop sinning while I'm singing! Selling bootleg tapes is wrong, musicians need that income to survive. : 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! : I don't feel well! : It's up to us to rescue him. : Maybe he likes it here in hell? : It's us who tempted him to sin. : Maybe he's back at the motel? : Come on, Fry, don't be scared! I'm sure at least one of us will be spared, so sit back and enjoy the ride. : My ass has blisters from the slide! : 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!