Stretch Armstrong Songtext
von 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
But you could have seen me
A third rate Houdini
Escaping the night
Like the problem was me

Now freedom′s just another word for watching TV
Let the cold plummet 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 had lied in it all by myself

My cats don't talk to me
They′re taking her side I'm sure
They hear the sound as if she′s coming round
And all three will stare at the door
God damn what I said
When I sat on her bed
That the problem's not her
The problem was me

Now freedom's just another word for watching TV
Let the cold plummet 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 plummet blue light wash over me

Freedom′s just another word, means nothing to me
And since you left there's been nothing on
Now freedom's just another word
Oh freedom′s just another word
Oh freedom′s just another word
Oh freedom's just another word
Oh freedom′s just another word
Oh freedom's just another word
There′s nothing on