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 bass

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