Master Of Disaster

Close-some Air

Choking in clean underwear



Bleeding tongue

8-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



(Chorus)

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 ole' bastard

When he plays the blues



Chinatown

Chasing that old dragon down



I don't waltz

We play the blues with the curtains drawn



Sidewalks of White

Where the L.A. sun beat out the night



Pounding brain

My last transmission down the drain



And



(Repeat Chorus)



There's a debt I owe

I never paid 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



(Repeat Chorus)