Sizzling Rads Words and Music By Paul Snyders Sizzling rads A radiator steaming my room up Irradiated, screaming my doom out against the chill an angst to kill Two in a pad or a room or a suite an apartment All the gloom of the street warmth in or cheap hotel garbage despite the smell Opening up To the time of your life, joy in caring At the point of a knife, poison daring sharing and real trust fearing and cruel lust Getting away to the sunny condo, where the Through the funny window, who'll aged monied all go care we're wasted, life's a no show Taking it out On those beneath you too gutless For gross relief too true buttressed to say it to those who cheat you insane mayhem on the streets too Gathering strength Reflecting on lessons from people Collecting some weapons, illegal paid to make your mind up raid to shake the times up Taking a position On imaginary allegories brightly An apartment block of seven stories intended, but cold face to show lightly defended but no place to go Pouring it on Exaggerated decadence, trying to Immolate for insurance, frying to the recapture the breath of discovery rapture the meths and the rent money Checking out Inspection study, scoping layout Infected buddy, groping wayout read the plan dead by hand Tossing it off A clever comment at the time A lonely moment, hollow mime to raise a smile through risqué dial Backing out To drive someplace, a grand run A fall from grace, abandon for some form of Pyhrric token your home your spirit broken Settling down Grow the illusion at last that the Now the convulsions have passed bill is all in your head and the chill has started to spread
