Freakin' Out

(альбом: Happiness In Magazines - 2004)

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
'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
Grooving and you stink on your fender bass
Got on your aviators 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
'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

Nothing to see, nothing to hear
Nothing to be, nothing to fear
Nothing to prove, nothing to say
Lala lala lala la lay

You are foaming at the mouth, you are 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