Nothing to see, nothing to hear
Nothing to be, nothing to fear
Nothing to prove, nothing to say
Nothing to loose, 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
Yeah, I'm foamin' at the mouth
Yeah and I'm mad without a doubt
'Cause I'm really freakin' out
And I'm goin' out of my mind
TV got me goin' blind
And I'm really freakin' out
Hey man, you think you got it made
Groovin' your stink on your Fender bass
Got on your aviators shades
Yeah, man your lookin' really ace
So what the hell you doing here
Fillin' the space between my ears?
Why don't you all just disappear?
Price of your friendships' way too dear
Yeah, I'm foamin' at the mouth
Yeah and I'm mad without a doubt
'Cause I'm really freakin' out
And I'm goin' out of my mind
TV got me goin' blind
Yes, I'm really freakin' out
Nothing to see, nothing to hear
Nothing to be, nothing to fear
Nothing to prove, nothing to say
Lala lala lala lala
Yeah, I'm foamin' at the mouth
Yeah and I'm mad without a doubt
'Cause I'm really freakin' out
And I'm goin' out of my mind
TV got me goin' blind
And I'm really freakin' out

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