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, I ain't got no song

Yeah I'm foamin' at the mouth
Yeah I'm mad without a doubt
Cus I'm really freakin' out
And I'm goin' out of my mind
TV got me goin' blind
And I'm really freakin' out

Yeah man you think you got it made
Groovin' your stink on your Fender bass
Got on your aviator shades
Yeah man you're looking really ace
But what the hell you doin' here
Fillin' the space between my ears
Why don't you all just disappear
The price of your friendship's way too dear

Nothing to see, nothing to hear
Bithing to be, nothing to fear
Nothing to prove, nothing to say
La la la la la la la lay