(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