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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

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