Freakin' Out

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 nothings 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 freakin' out

And I'm going out of my mind

TV got me going blind

And I'm really freakin' out

Hey man, you think you got it made

Grooving, you stink on your Fender bass

Got on your aviator shades

Yeah, man you're looking really ace

So what the hell you doing here

Filling the space between my ears?

Why don't you all just disappear?

Plus all your friends, just way too dear

You are foaming at the mouth

You are mad without a doubt

'Cause I'm really freakin' out

And I'm going out of my mind

TV got me going 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

La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la

You're foaming at the mouth

You are mad without a doubt

'Cause I'm really freakin' out

And I'm going out of my mind

TV got me going blind

And I'm really freakin' out