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 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   I'm chasin' that old dragon down   I don't [Incomprehensible]   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 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      There's a debt I owe   I never paid before I go   So I sing the blues   Hand me down my walkin' 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   Oh, 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      Now he's just a mean ole bastard   When he plays the blues