Like a drunken guillotine
 Lingering just above my head
 Why, why, why, why?
 Why was I born "The Nine"
 Cursed repeatedly
 Who would know if I should die.
 No one needed me
 Doo doo doo doo doo

 Dark and empty was the place to which I'd come
 Cold and silent was the house my name was on
 Nine rooms and a tomb in every one
 S'dark and empty was the place to which I'd come

 All at once my bones began to change
 I was tall and young again,
 Sweet as rain falling on the snow
 Who, who, who, who?
 Who is he, who am I, and
 What laid in between?
 How can I say goodbye? No one let me in
 Can't see no need for Nine no more
 Now it's too late to open the door