Number Nine Lyrics - The Twilight Singers

Devil, sweet talkin' fly on the wall 

Blackberry belle of the ball 

Just like you told me 

Im gonna crawl 

You trouble me 

And I aint myself anymore 

Im crawlin' around like a whore 

And you love me there on the floor 

Now come on boy, dont be such a baby 

And maybe, Ill bail you out 

One more time 

You got number nine starin' atcha 

Get back, boy or Ill make you blind 

You fucker 

This heres where we settle up 

One last sweet drink from your cup 

Hand it over slowly, Im gone 

Now come on boy, dont be such a baby 

And maybe, Ill sell you out 

One more time 

You at the foot of the master 

Im faster but Im gonna take my time 

And Im gonna make you blind 

Im gonna make you blind 

Im gonna make you blind 

Im gonna make you blind 

Devil, sweet talkin' fly on the wall 

Blackberry belle, belle of the ball 

Just like you told me 

Im gonna crawl 

And Im gonna make you blind