master of disaster
hiatt, john
choking in clean underwear
eight ball pounding in my lungs
i can't see the coastline anymore
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 had the heart to ask her
and every note just shook the plaster
now he's just a mean old bastard
chasing that old dragon down
we play the blues with the curtains drawn
while the la sun beat out the night
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 had the heart to ask her
and every note just shook the plaster
now he's just a mean old bastard
i'll never pay before i go
hand me down my walking shoes
though we may be miles apart
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 had the heart to ask her
and every note just shook the plaster
now he's just a mean old bastard