Master Of Disaster

Close some air
Choking in clean underwear
Bleeding tongue
8-Ball pounding in my lungsShip to shore
I can't see the coastline anymore
I shouldn't be here
I thought, I made that loud and clearBut the master of disaster
Gets tangled in his telecaster
He can't play it any faster
When he plays the bluesWhen he had the heart to ask her
And every note just shook the plaster
Now he's just a mean ole bastard
When he plays the bluesChinatown
I'm chasin' that old dragon down
At Madam Wong's
we play the blues with the curtains drawnSidewalks of white
Where the L.A. sun beat out the night
Pounding brain
My last transmission down the drainAnd the master of disaster
Gets tangled in his telecaster
He can't play it any faster
When he plays the bluesWhen he had the heart to ask her
And every note just shook the plaster
Now he's just a mean ole bastard
When he plays the bluesThere's a debt I owe
I never paid before I go
So I sing the blues
Hand me down my walkin' shoesYou're in my heart
Though we may be miles apart
There's my point
I'll see you in another jointWhen the master of disaster
Gets tangled in his telecaster
He can't play it any faster
Oh, when he plays the bluesWhen he had the heart to ask her
And every note just shook the plaster
Now he's just a mean ole bastard
When he plays the bluesNow he's just a mean ole bastard
When he plays the blues