Teksty: Barbara Dickson. Blood Brothers. The Devil's Got Your Number.

Shoes upon the table and a spider's been killed
And someone broke the lookin' glass
There's a full moon shinin' an' the salt's been spilled
You're walkin' on pavement cracks
Don't know what's gonna come to pass.

Now you know the devil's got your number,
You know he's gonna find you
You know he's right behind you
He's staring through your windows,
He's creepin' down the hall.

Ain't no point at clutchin' at your rosary
You're always gonna know what was done
Even when you shut your eyes you'll still see
That you sold a son
And you can't tell anyone.

Now you know the devil's got your number,
You know he's gonna find you
You know he's right behind you
He's staring through your windows,
He's creepin' down the hall.

Yeah you know the devil's got your number,
You know he's gonna find you
You know he's right behind you
He's staring through your windows,
And he's knockin' at your door

Yeah he's knockin' at your door
He's knockin' at your door