Dispensing Disaster

5 bucks to get you high

Split the line with plastic

Just as easy as a vending machine

Dispensing Disaster

Shot By Shot

As your Temperature rises

No reason to return home

Driving down the road

That leads to nowhere

Waking up with broken bones

I,I,I, don't want to leave you alone

I,I,I, don't trust you at all.

Tighten your little tourniquet

Make room for the little hole

Drinking and pissing in the alleyways

You can call it home

You can call me a dead man walking

No future at all

Lying face on in the gutter

Strung out alone.

I,I,I, don't want to leave you alone

I,I,I, don't trust you at all.

Dispense, Disaster

Dispense Disaster

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Lyrics submitted by mike.