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 sub      Yeah I'm foaming at the mouth   Yeah I'm 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   Provin' you stink on your fender bass   Got on your aviators shades   Yeah man your looking really ace      So what the hell you doing here?   Filling the space between my ears   Why don't you all disappear?   The price on your friends is way too dear      Yeah I'm foaming at the mouth   Yeah I'm mad without a doubt   'Cause I'm really freaking out   And I'm going out of my mind   TV got me going blind   'Cause I'm really freaking out      Nothing to see, nothing to hear   Nothing to be, nothing to fear   Nothing to prove, nothing to say   Lala lala lala la lay      Yeah I'm foaming at the mouth   Yeah I'm 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