| Song | Clarissa Explains Cuntainment |
| Artist | The Number Twelve Looks Like You |
| Album | Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| The horror they leave in three's they always do | |
| I'm holding hands with the devil | |
| While you make your deal with Jesus | |
| So let me milk your prostate with the unborn meat fingers | |
| Horrible your eyes implode with Lucifer's hammer so you don't watch | |
| It's satisfaction guaranteed, the horror, this condemned end of life | |
| Three are dead, one wounded | |
| You just should have planted the rotten seed | |
| Inside your grandmother, she could afford the abortion | |
| Three, one dead | |
| What was it what was occupying your mind | |
| Into the vaginal secretion | |
| I'll drop my rotten seed to you, it's time to trash the fetal tissue | |
| It's time to trash the fetal tissue | |
| One two three four five six. |
| zuo qu : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| The horror they leave in three' s they always do | |
| I' m holding hands with the devil | |
| While you make your deal with Jesus | |
| So let me milk your prostate with the unborn meat fingers | |
| Horrible your eyes implode with Lucifer' s hammer so you don' t watch | |
| It' s satisfaction guaranteed, the horror, this condemned end of life | |
| Three are dead, one wounded | |
| You just should have planted the rotten seed | |
| Inside your grandmother, she could afford the abortion | |
| Three, one dead | |
| What was it what was occupying your mind | |
| Into the vaginal secretion | |
| I' ll drop my rotten seed to you, it' s time to trash the fetal tissue | |
| It' s time to trash the fetal tissue | |
| One two three four five six. |
| zuò qǔ : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| The horror they leave in three' s they always do | |
| I' m holding hands with the devil | |
| While you make your deal with Jesus | |
| So let me milk your prostate with the unborn meat fingers | |
| Horrible your eyes implode with Lucifer' s hammer so you don' t watch | |
| It' s satisfaction guaranteed, the horror, this condemned end of life | |
| Three are dead, one wounded | |
| You just should have planted the rotten seed | |
| Inside your grandmother, she could afford the abortion | |
| Three, one dead | |
| What was it what was occupying your mind | |
| Into the vaginal secretion | |
| I' ll drop my rotten seed to you, it' s time to trash the fetal tissue | |
| It' s time to trash the fetal tissue | |
| One two three four five six. |