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NASTY PIECE OF WORK
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord)
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.
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