| 歌曲 | The Proud Parent's Convention Held in the ER |
| 歌手 | The Number Twelve Looks Like You |
| 专辑 | Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear. |
| 作曲 : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| Sit here and take in the earthworms snuggling to the greens | |
| Boy doesn't even know chalk from cheese | |
| Hold that breath | |
| Everyone the cows finally being milked for what it's worth. | |
| Drizzle that nipple | |
| Run it till some sense leaks out. | |
| Class, you won't succeed in life. | |
| You boys will grow to rape and you girls will grow up getting off being raped. | |
| Class dismissed. | |
| Homework for this evening is experiment | |
| The bodies intake of poisonous cleansing products, | |
| A golden star for the ones sent to the ER. | |
| Good day. | |
| My I's were dotted and my T's were crossed. | |
| More than enough time to make such words as inconsiderate and illegitimate. | |
| Stop while I was stretching | |
| I was being sent up to the stage | |
| Holding that hairy rat feeling ridiculous. | |
| Hold 'em high, hold 'em tight, show them what you are worth. | |
| Snapping out of dreaming hat dose of reality was no figure of speech. | |
| Clearning my passage | |
| Here it goes | |
| Holding that hairy rat hostage for the need of love is at | |
| It's all time | |
| High you don't have a leg to stand on | |
| So listen to reason otherwise accumulation of the buthery will be very overwhelming | |
| To all justifiable to me. |
| zuò qǔ : Number Twelve Looks ... | |
| Sit here and take in the earthworms snuggling to the greens | |
| Boy doesn' t even know chalk from cheese | |
| Hold that breath | |
| Everyone the cows finally being milked for what it' s worth. | |
| Drizzle that nipple | |
| Run it till some sense leaks out. | |
| Class, you won' t succeed in life. | |
| You boys will grow to rape and you girls will grow up getting off being raped. | |
| Class dismissed. | |
| Homework for this evening is experiment | |
| The bodies intake of poisonous cleansing products, | |
| A golden star for the ones sent to the ER. | |
| Good day. | |
| My I' s were dotted and my T' s were crossed. | |
| More than enough time to make such words as inconsiderate and illegitimate. | |
| Stop while I was stretching | |
| I was being sent up to the stage | |
| Holding that hairy rat feeling ridiculous. | |
| Hold ' em high, hold ' em tight, show them what you are worth. | |
| Snapping out of dreaming hat dose of reality was no figure of speech. | |
| Clearning my passage | |
| Here it goes | |
| Holding that hairy rat hostage for the need of love is at | |
| It' s all time | |
| High you don' t have a leg to stand on | |
| So listen to reason otherwise accumulation of the buthery will be very overwhelming | |
| To all justifiable to me. |