Nothing to see, nothing to hear Nothing to be, nothing to fear Nothing to prove, nothing to say Nothing to lose, nothing to gain Nothing to feel, nothing to hate Nothing is real, it's all too late What do you do when nothing's wrong Ain't got a clue, ain't got no song You are foaming at the mouth, you are mad without a doubt Cause I'm really freaking out And I'm going out of my mind, TV got me going blind And I'm really freaking out Hey man, you think you got it made Grooving and you stink on your fender ba** Got on your aviators shades Yeah man, you're looking really ace So what the hell you're doing here Filling the space between my ears Why don't you all just disappear With all your friends just way too dear You are foaming at the mouth, you are mad without a doubt Cause I'm really freaking out And I'm going out of my mind, TV got me going blind And I'm really freaking out Nothing to see, nothing to hear Nothing to be, nothing to fear Nothing to prove, nothing to say Lala la la lala la lay You are foaming at the mouth, you are mad without a doubt Cause I'm really freaking out And I'm going out of my mind, TV got me going blind And I'm really freaking out