الأغاني: Graham Coxon. Happines In Magazines. Freakin' Out.

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 light
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 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
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