
Spite and Spanners
[Intro: Sound of a heavy wrench hitting a pipe] [Sound of a spark and a hiss] [Claudia: Spoken, sounding muffled from under a floorboard] ¡Puta madre! Who designed this fuel line? A blind hamster? [Shouts] Bianca! Tell the Captain if he touches the thrusters again, I’m gonna weld his cabin door shut! ¡Qué mierda! [Metallic clangs] [Verse 1] I’m the twin with the grease and the soot on my face Fixing every disaster in this god-forsaken space Jack of all trades, and a master of spite I can rewire a reactor in the middle of a fight You want it fixed? Well, give me a drink And five minutes alone so I don’t have to think About the "aristocrat" pilot or the shrink and his tail While I’m holding this bucket together with a nail! [Pre-Chorus] Observational? Yeah, I see all your flaws From your shaky hands to your manic paws Bianca’s the nurse, but I’m the machine’s soul ¡Carajo! This ship is out of control! [Chorus] She’s Claudia, the sister with the wrench and the wit If the Dramatica’s broken, she’s fixing the bit! Curses in Spanish like a pirate at sea The baddest bilingüista that you’ll ever see Witty and sarcastic, with a hammer in hand The only one keeping us from crashing the land! [Verse 2] [Heavy distorted guitar riff] I sketch out a plan on a greasy napkin Fixing the hull while the vacuum’s sucking in "Jack of all trades," yeah, I’m mediocre at some But I’m the only reason the engines still hum! ¡Malparido! Don’t stand in my light! I’ve been awake for three days, looking for a fight I’m the observational genius under the floor While Jacques is upstairs, pouring one more! [Bridge: Rapid-fire Bilingual Rant] ¡Escúchame, idiota! The gasket is blown, the wiring is fried The logic is dead, and the Captain has lied! ¡Vete al carajo! with your "safety" and "rules" I’m working with gum and a handful of tools! (Voice cracking with sarcasm) "Oh, Claudia, can you fix the AC?" ¡Cómeme el rabo! Get away from me! [Industrial Metal Solo - Sounds of clanging pipes and drills] [Chorus] She’s Claudia, the sister with the wrench and the wit If the Dramatica’s broken, she’s fixing the bit! Curses in Spanish like a pirate at sea The baddest bilingüista that you’ll ever see Witty and sarcastic, with a hammer in hand The only one keeping us from crashing the land! [Outro: Spoken] [Sound of a heavy sigh and a tool chest closing] There. It’s fixed. Don’t touch it. ¡No lo toques, cabrón! Bianca, tell Jacques I’m coming for that whiskey. And tell Tarz his tail is blocking the air vent again. ¡Qué desmadre! [Final heavy metallic clang] [End]

