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' 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 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