Text: The Twilight Singers. Number Nine.

Devil-
Sweet talking fly on the wall
Blackberry belle of the ball
Just like you told me-
I?m gonna crawl

You trouble me
And I ain?t myself anymore
I?m crawlin around like a whore
And you love me there on the floor

Come on, boy, don?t be such a baby
And maybe ? I?ll bail you out
One more time
You got number nine starin atcha

Get back, boy ? or I?ll make you blind
You fucker ?
This here?s where we settle up-
One last sweet drink from you cup-
Hand it over, slowly-
I?m gone

Come on boy, don?t be such a baby
And maybe ? I?ll sell you out
One more time
You at the foot of the master ?
I?m faster ?but I?m gonna take
My time-
And I?m gonna make you blind-