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 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
Writer/s: IAN GILLAN, JON LORD, RITCHIE BLACKMORE, ROGER DAVID GLOVER
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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The song "Sadeness" by Enigma (the one with the chanting monks), got its name from the French novelist Marquis de Sade, who believed sex had to be painful in order to be pleasurable - thus the word "sadism."