Angry Salad Stretch Armstrong Lyrics

Stretch Armstrong Lyrics

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 hold 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 hold 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