| Song | The Devil's Dick Disaster |
| Artist | The Number Twelve Looks Like You |
| Album | Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear. |
| 作曲 : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| When does this start? | |
| When does this end? | |
| Someone is there, who's never a friend. | |
| How do you do? | |
| How do I do? | |
| How should I ask? | |
| Where are my shoes? | |
| What is this coat? | |
| What is this face? | |
| I just need change to get out of this place. | |
| Why all this pacing, why all the drugging? | |
| Gimmie that change, before I start mugging. | |
| It started when liquor became the star character just breaking a leg. | |
| Needless to say taking advantage of blind elders isn't very saint. | |
| Spitting out the beer then growing my hair then to finding Alcapulco gold. | |
| Then came hallucinations anger just sinking into her face. | |
| A simmering pot, of glue, I'm waiting to sniff, it's just enough chemicals to put a small hole | |
| Into the, ozone layer, introduced to some, powder dumping into my system | |
| Working at bookstores With never showering | |
| Yellow pit stains dance music war stories on, tape. | |
| Enter here, follow signs to down hill, take caution, leave behind all your sexual,powers, Apocalypse, night has, no mercy, all the buds are | |
| Bastards when they choose to, overlook, and eliminate your, fantasy tonight. | |
| Needless to say taking advantage of blind elders isn't very saint. | |
| The snow is coming the flakes are all a flurry some touched my skin. | |
| (They melt away) but I have a purpose I never sway walking for hours don't feel the cold. | |
| (Can't see the sun) There's just the road, the trees, the piles of leaves, like vomit on the ground. | |
| I arrive and inhale | |
| I inhale and exhale | |
| And I know in my heart the devil doesn't like | |
| I am a fucking machine | |
| I am a fucking machine | |
| Inhale and exhale and inhale and exhale | |
| I am a fucking machine. |
| zuò qǔ : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| When does this start? | |
| When does this end? | |
| Someone is there, who' s never a friend. | |
| How do you do? | |
| How do I do? | |
| How should I ask? | |
| Where are my shoes? | |
| What is this coat? | |
| What is this face? | |
| I just need change to get out of this place. | |
| Why all this pacing, why all the drugging? | |
| Gimmie that change, before I start mugging. | |
| It started when liquor became the star character just breaking a leg. | |
| Needless to say taking advantage of blind elders isn' t very saint. | |
| Spitting out the beer then growing my hair then to finding Alcapulco gold. | |
| Then came hallucinations anger just sinking into her face. | |
| A simmering pot, of glue, I' m waiting to sniff, it' s just enough chemicals to put a small hole | |
| Into the, ozone layer, introduced to some, powder dumping into my system | |
| Working at bookstores With never showering | |
| Yellow pit stains dance music war stories on, tape. | |
| Enter here, follow signs to down hill, take caution, leave behind all your sexual, powers, Apocalypse, night has, no mercy, all the buds are | |
| Bastards when they choose to, overlook, and eliminate your, fantasy tonight. | |
| Needless to say taking advantage of blind elders isn' t very saint. | |
| The snow is coming the flakes are all a flurry some touched my skin. | |
| They melt away but I have a purpose I never sway walking for hours don' t feel the cold. | |
| Can' t see the sun There' s just the road, the trees, the piles of leaves, like vomit on the ground. | |
| I arrive and inhale | |
| I inhale and exhale | |
| And I know in my heart the devil doesn' t like | |
| I am a fucking machine | |
| I am a fucking machine | |
| Inhale and exhale and inhale and exhale | |
| I am a fucking machine. |