Freaking 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 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 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? The price of 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