Lyric Nasty Piece Of Work

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord)
(4:34)

I got my feelers out
Pleasure I can give you pain
I m the demon of misfortune
Let me tell you that bad luck is my game

Fires burning make you cold
You can touch but you can t hold
It s an even split
Between zip and the number on your ticket
Nothing to brag about dragging in the dirt
I m a nasty piece of work

Down get down on your knees
Running gonna bring you down
I m the demon of disorder
You know I m gonna drive you into the ground

As you re stepping through the door
My shadow crawls across your floor
Your dream of love
It s not enough it s gonna come to nothing
You ain t seen nothing it s gonna get worse
I m a nasty nasty

It s an even split
Between zip and the number on your ticket
Your dream of love
It s not enough it s gonna come to nothing
Nothing to brag about dragging in the dirt
You ain t seen nothing it s gonna get worse
I m a nasty piece of work