Master of Disaster

Close one there Choking in clean underwear Bleeding tongue Eight ball pounding in my lungs Ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be here I thought I made that loud and clear But the master of disaster Gets tangled in his Telecaster He can't play it any faster When he plays the blues When he had the heart to ask her And every note just shook the plaster Now he's just a mean old bastard When he plays the blues China Town Chasing that old dragon down Madam Wong's We play the blues with the curtains drawn Sidewalks of white While the L.A. sun beat out the night Pounding brain My last transmission down the drain And the master of disaster Gets tangled in his Telecaster He can't play it any faster When he plays the blues When he had the heart to ask her And every note just shook the plaster Now he's just a mean old bastard When he plays the blues There's a debt I owe I'll never pay before I go So I sing the blues Hand me down my walking shoes You're in my heart Though we may be miles apart There's my point I'll see you in another joint When the master of disaster Gets tangled in his Telecaster He can't play it any faster When he plays the blues When he had the heart to ask her And every note just shook the plaster Now he's just a mean old bastard When he plays the blues Now he's just a mean old bastard When he plays the blues