Nothing to see, nothing to hear
Nothing to be, nothing to fear
Nothing to prove, nothing to say
Nothing to loose, 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 la la 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
Freakin' Out Lyrics performed by Graham Coxon are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Freakin' Out Lyrics performed by Graham Coxon is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD