text: I got my feelers out
  Pleasure I can give you pain
  Im the demon of misfortune
  Let me tell you that bad luck is my game
  Fires burning make you cold
  You can touch but you cant hold
  Its an even split
  Between zip and the number on your ticket
  Nothing to brag about dragging in the dirt
  Im a nasty piece of work
  Down get down on your knees
  Running gonna bring you down
  Im the demon of disorder
  You know Im gonna drive you into the ground
  As youre stepping through the door
  My shadow crawls across your floor
  Your dream of love
  Its not enough its gonna come to nothing
  You aint seen nothing its gonna get worse
  Im a nasty nasty
  Its an even split
  Between zip and the number on your ticket
  Your dream of love
  Its not enough its gonna come to nothing
  Nothing to brag about dragging in the dirt
  You aint seen nothing its gonna get worse