Mark Lanegan - Number Nine lyrics

Devil, sweet talking fly on the wall Blackberry belle of the ball Just like you told me I'm going to crawl You trouble me and I ain't myself any more I'm crawling around like a who*e 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 Staring at you Get back, boy Or I'll make you blind You f**er, this here's where we settle up One last sweet drink from you 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 going to take my time And I'm going to make you blind I'm going to make you blind I'm going to make you blind And I'm going to make you blind Devil, sweet talking fly on the wall Blackberry belle of the ball Just like you told me I'm going to crawl I'm going to make you blind