| Song | Texas Dolly |
| Artist | The Number Twelve Looks Like You |
| Album | Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear. |
| 作曲 : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| LIGHT THE WAY | |
| THE POT OF GOLD | |
| WAITS FOR HANDS, FOR MY HANDS | |
| DIAMONDS UNLEASHED | |
| ON THREE MEN | |
| ONE SPIN, TWO LIGHTS, THREE SOUNDS | |
| A sphere to determine my fate | |
| Second twelve to triple up, sit and wait | |
| All you can eat $13.95 | |
| The lounge act is really good tonight | |
| Look into the faces of these Roman gods | |
| As they lead you to the floral patterned paradise | |
| Moving without walking, in all directions | |
| Mandatory currency change. | |
| Snake eyes and boxcars on green felt, | |
| Royalty on sailboats. in the old west, | |
| There'll be a showdown at the Taj tonight. | |
| Circular patterns of baked clay. | |
| Take my throne aside | |
| The one-eyed jack on the button first to act shuffle, | |
| My checks with my right. | |
| Reading super system in my mind - what would Doyle Brunson do? | |
| possible straight draw on the board - the action comes to, | |
| Push my life. (under the eye from above) | |
| One last hope (that he will lay it) | |
| Down to this (he noticed my tell) | |
| Calls my bluff. | |
| Back to the automatic dispenser of paper so I can dream again. |
| zuò qǔ : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| LIGHT THE WAY | |
| THE POT OF GOLD | |
| WAITS FOR HANDS, FOR MY HANDS | |
| DIAMONDS UNLEASHED | |
| ON THREE MEN | |
| ONE SPIN, TWO LIGHTS, THREE SOUNDS | |
| A sphere to determine my fate | |
| Second twelve to triple up, sit and wait | |
| All you can eat 13. 95 | |
| The lounge act is really good tonight | |
| Look into the faces of these Roman gods | |
| As they lead you to the floral patterned paradise | |
| Moving without walking, in all directions | |
| Mandatory currency change. | |
| Snake eyes and boxcars on green felt, | |
| Royalty on sailboats. in the old west, | |
| There' ll be a showdown at the Taj tonight. | |
| Circular patterns of baked clay. | |
| Take my throne aside | |
| The oneeyed jack on the button first to act shuffle, | |
| My checks with my right. | |
| Reading super system in my mind what would Doyle Brunson do? | |
| possible straight draw on the board the action comes to, | |
| Push my life. under the eye from above | |
| One last hope that he will lay it | |
| Down to this he noticed my tell | |
| Calls my bluff. | |
| Back to the automatic dispenser of paper so I can dream again. |