And if you [bad word] me baby
There's little secret that I keep
It sounds weird
And maybe not [bad word] at all
But I believe
There is a curse of ninth
Don't call me superstitious
Cos I know that it exists
Not mad at all
You boy just shut up and listen
What happened with the ones I used to know

Was it a hand of doom?
Whatever you may call it
Blessed with genius so pure
Another world they showed us
With all those colors insecure
Shone like the son of Odin
Ludwig van Beethoven
Walked like giant among the men
But he was first one touched by destiny
And number nine
Became his requiem

Once he's gone the legend grew
In numerous hearts and minds
Paralyzed by fear of death
They carried it [bad word] their lives

Panic-stricken young and old
Shivers down the spine
And the figure dressed in black
Waits for those who crossed the line

Since we are all together
Here and now
Let's get the answers from Holy Lord
Why did you pick us?
And what's the deal with the ninth?
Is it your favorite number?
Or is it sort of a game
We are involved to play?
Look what you've done with the music Lord!
Clones and copies are standing in line for [bad word] And it's already overcrowded!
Can't you see?

Holy Christ who are you?
I never heard of you
And what the [bad word] are you talking about?
Never heard of the ninth
Been here all the time
Though maybe music was just too loud
Useless words never work
They hurt me even more
But anyway let this sound speak
Stuck in the silly ideas
Get rid of all your fears
And 27 is my lucky number by the way