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 
Cos 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 
Groovin' and you stink on your Fender bass 
Got on your Aviator 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 
Cos 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 
Cos I'm really freaking out 
And I'm going out of my mind 
TV got me going blind 
And I'm really freaking out