she says, "he's a novel" i told her that's smoking dope she said a boy my age should learned to cope by now, by now
she's got more bounce back my, my stretch armstrong doll with another before i've recovered, and crossed her name off my wall if you could seen me, a third rate houdini with lines like "the problem was me"
now freedom's just another for watching TV let the cold lonely blue wash over me freedom's just word for watching TV now a hole in the wall where no hole should be
so much for no such thing as a chance my bed's a complete i lie in it, all by
my cats don't talk to me, they've taken her i'm sure they hear the sound as if she's coming 'round, and all three of us at the door god what i said when i sat on her bed that the problem's not her, that the was me
now just another word for watching TV let the cold lonely blue light wash me freedom's just another word for TV now there's a hole in the where no hole should be
he was such the bastard say "wait up" - it seemed that he'd walk faster it's only with distance and time that she got him out of her and now i find that bastard, that bastard was me
now there's a hole in the wall no hole should be
yeah, freedom's just another word for TV let the cold blue light wash over me freedom's just another word means nothing to me and since you've left there's been on just another word freedom's just word freedom's just another freedom's just another freedom's another word freedom's just another nothing on