Lyrics:

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
Ooh, nasty piece of work

Down (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...
Nothing to brag about, dragging in the dirt
I'm a nasty piece of work


It's an even split
Between zip and the number on your ticket
Ooh yeah
Your dream of love
It's not enough, it's gonna come to nothing

Nothing to brag about, dragging in the dirt
Yeah, you ain't seen nothing it's gonna get worse
A nasty piece of work

Oh
I'm a nasty piece of work
Oh yeah
I'm a nasty piece of work
Yeah
I'm a nasty piece of work, ha