Stretch Armstrong Lyrics - Bizarre Gardening Accident - Angry Salad

she says, "he's writing a novel" 

i told her that's called smoking dope 

she said a boy my age should have learned to cope by now, by now 

she's got more bounce back than my, my stretch armstrong doll 

she's with another before i've recovered, and crossed her name off my wall 

if you could have seen me, a third rate houdini 

escaping with lines like "the problem was me" 

now freedom's just another word for watching TV 

let the cold lonely blue light wash over me 

freedom's just another word for watching TV 

now there's a hole in the wall where no hole should be 

so much for forgiveness 

no such thing as a second chance 

my bed's a complete mess 

i lie in it, all by myself 

my cats don't talk to me, they've taken her side i'm sure 

they hear the sound as if she's coming 'round, and all three of us stare at the door 

god damn what i said when i sat on her bed 

that the problem's not her, that the problem was me 

now freedom's just another word for watching TV 

let the cold lonely blue light wash over me 

freedom's just another word for watching TV 

now there's a hole in the wall where no hole should be 

he was such the arrogant bastard 

she'd say "wait up" - it seemed that he'd walk faster 

it's only with distance and time that she got him out of her mind and now i find 

that that bastard, that bastard was me 

now there's a hole in the wall where no hole should be 

yeah, freedom's just another word for watching TV 

let the cold lonely blue light wash over me 

freedom's just another word means nothing to me and since you've left there's been nothing on 

freedom's just another word 

freedom's just another word 

freedom's just another word 

freedom's just another word 

freedom's just another word 

freedom's just another word 

there's nothing on