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