The Twelfth Hour of Taco Hell

[Intro — midnight church bells, distant drive-through speaker] [Robotic drive-through voice] Welcome to Taco Bell. Your estimated wait time is... [Long silence] Eternity. [Liora] Oh, FUCK no. [Explosive drum fill] [Verse 1 — Liora, punk-rap swagger] Midnight strikes and the bell goes DING Somebody wants a Crunchwrap delivered by a king Zero-dollar tip and an hour in line You have lost your entire goddamn mind! Forty cars deep in the drive-through queue Everybody's hungry, everybody's screwed Restaurant says "ready!" but I know it's a lie That burrito hasn't even learned how to fry! I'm not your savior, I'm not your saint I ain't gonna sit here watching yellow lines of paint While your chalupa has an existential crisis My time has value regardless of prices! [Pre-Chorus — Anima, sinister melodic rise] Twelve bells toll across the street A hundred hungry souls await But nothing in the mortal world Obliges me to share their fate [Chorus — Both, enormous gothic dance hook] NO TIP! NO TRIP! LET THAT BURRITO SLIP! You can summon up a Crunchwrap But you CAN'T SUMMON ME! MIDNIGHT! TACO HELL! Hear the seventh circle's bell! Sixty minutes in a drive-through? THAT'S A PROPHECY, NOT A FEE! [LIORA: I'M NOT YOUR DELIVERY WITCH!] NO TIP! NO TRIP! WATCH THAT OFFER GET SKIPPED! The moon is high, the bass is low AND THE GHOST SAYS NO! [Instrumental — church bell riff, rolling distorted bass] [Verse 2 — Liora, bratty rapid-fire] One in the morning, app starts pleading "High demand!" — yeah, I can read it Three dollar promise, sixty minute queue My economics teacher would be ashamed of you! "Please don't cancel!" "Please don't leave!" Have you considered what you ought to believe? That a human in a Honda is a magical beast Who manifests your midnight bean-and-cheese feast? Nah, I'm a cryptid with a credit score And a very clear idea of what my labor's for I'm not afraid of a restaurant line I'm just unwilling to make that problem mine! [Anima — velvet contralto] The hungry moon is watching And the asphalt holds its breath A thousand little offers Try to bargain with my death But the witch beside the driver Has a simple prophecy: [LIORA, shouting] YOUR BURRITO IS NOT AN EMERGENCY! [Chorus — bigger, layered harmonies] NO TIP! NO TRIP! LET THAT BURRITO SLIP! You can summon up a Crunchwrap But you CAN'T SUMMON ME! MIDNIGHT! TACO HELL! Hear the seventh circle's bell! Sixty minutes in a drive-through? THAT'S A PROPHECY, NOT A FEE! [LIORA: DECLINED, MOTHERFUCKER!] NO TIP! NO TRIP! WATCH THAT OFFER GET SKIPPED! The moon is high, the bass is low AND THE GHOST SAYS NO! [Breakdown — everything drops except bell and sub-bass] [Robotic app voice] "Are you sure you want to decline?" [Liora] Yes. [Robotic app voice] "Declining may affect your acceptance rate." [Liora] And accepting may affect my ability to pay rent. [Anima, amused] A difficult decision, apparently. [Liora] NOT FUCKING PARTICULARLY! [Beat explodes — industrial guitar solo] [Bridge — theatrical duet] [ANIMA] There are ghosts in the kitchen [LIORA] AND GHOSTS IN THE LINE! [ANIMA] There are demons in the dashboard [LIORA] TRYING TO STEAL MY TIME! [ANIMA] Let the bell ring out forever [LIORA] LET THE CHALUPA WAIT! [BOTH] A DELIVERY IS AN OFFER NOT A FUCKING ACT OF FATE! [Final Chorus — double-time, shouted] NO TIP! NO TRIP! LET THAT BURRITO SLIP! You can summon up a Crunchwrap But you CAN'T SUMMON ME! MIDNIGHT! TACO HELL! HEAR THE SEVENTH CIRCLE'S BELL! THE MOON IS HIGH! THE BASS IS LOW! AND THE GHOST! SAYS! NO! [Outro — fading church bell, drive-through static] [Robotic voice] Your order has been delayed. [Liora, sweetly] Thoughts and prayers, bitch. [Anima laughing] [Final bell strike]