Текст песни Number Nine - The Twilight Singers

Devil
Sweet talkin' 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

Now come on, boy, don't be such a baby
And maybe I'll bail you out
One more time
You got number nine starin' at ya
Get back, boy or I'll make you blind

You fucker
This here's where we settle up
One last sweet drink from your cup
Hand it over slowly, I'm gone

Now 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
I'm gonna make you blind
I'm gonna make you blind
I'm gonna make you blind

Devil, sweet talkin' fly on the wall
Blackberry belle, belle of the ball
Just like you told me, I'm gonna crawl
And I'm gonna make you blind