The Radiator Songtext
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I bang my head on the radiator
I hang my socks on the radiator
I bang my head on the radiator
I bang my head (uh)

I bang my head on the radiator
I hang my socks on the radiator
I bang my head on the radiator
I bang my head

Stuff′s coming out (oh, yeah)
Let's actually go (oh, yeah)
Weigh scales on my belly (oh, yeah)
I trust them (oh, yeah)
I eat raw flour, call this shit a cake (oh, yeah, oh yeah)
My body fizzes and my armpits trickle (uh)


I bang my head on the radiator (oh, yeah)
I hang my socks on the radiator (oh, yeah)
I bang my head on the radiator (oh, yeah)
I bang my head (oh, yeah)

Stroke the doggy (oh, yeah)
And then hit the doggy (you bastard)
(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)

Got three words for you
The Dyson Airblade
Once just a man
Looking at his hands
Thinking "I′m gonna make these so fucking dry, you won't believe it"

A lifelong fiddling
Thumb twiddling
Forty hundred minor tweaks
A big fat gas leak (I feel shit)
The smell doesn't stop (I feel shit)
I just start sniffing it (I feel shit)
Five, six days a week (everything is fucking shit)
The rest I feel fucking shit (everything is fucking shit)


I bang my head on the radiator (I feel shit)
I bang my head on the radiator (I feel shit)
I bang my head on the radiator (I feel shit)
I bang my head on the radiator

Like a boiled egg air freshener
Boiled egg air freshener
Boiled egg air freshener
Boiled egg air freshener
Boiled egg air freshener
Boiled egg air freshener
Boiled egg air freshener

Like a gungan burial chamber (oh, yeah)
I failed the task (oh, yeah)
Can someone punch me in the face? (Oh, yeah)
Can I do the questionnaire again, please? I don′t think my personality came through