Ian Gillan
Nasty Piece of Work
[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
Nothing to brag about, dragging in the dirt
Ooh, nasty piece of work

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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

[Organ Solo]
[Guitar Solo]

[Pre-Chorus]
Between zip and the number on your ticket
Ooh yeah
Your dream of love
It's not enough, it's gonna come to nothing

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

[Outro]
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