Green Day - Bab's Uvula Who?

I've got a knack for fucking everything up My temper flies, and I get myself all wound up My fuse is short, and my blood pressure is high I lose control, and I get myself all wound up Tension mounts, and I fly off the wall I self-destruct, and I get myself all wound up Petulance and irritation set in I throw a tantrum, and I get myself all wound up What can I say? I'm 'fraid I'm all wound up What can I say? I'm 'fraid I'm all wound up Loss of control, and I'm all wound up I lose myself, and I'm all wound up, shuh! Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back Stuck in a rut, and I get myself all wound up Killed my composure, it'll never come back Loss of control, and I get myself all wound up Blown out of proportion again My temper snaps, and I get myself all wound up Spontaneous combustion, panic attack I slipped a gear, and I get myself all wound up I lose myself, and I'm all wound up Well I'm afraid now that I'm all wound up I hate myself, and I'm all wound up I like myself, and I'm all wound up, shuh! I've got a knack for fucking everything up My temper flies, and I get myself all wound up My fuse is short, and my blood pressure is high I lose control, and I get myself all wound up Tension mounts, and I fly off the wall I'm on the run, and I get myself all wound up Petulance and irritation set in I throw a tantrum, and I get myself all wound up I lose myself, and I'm all wound up Loss of control, and I'm all wound up Panic attack, and I'm all wound up What can I say? I'm 'fraid I'm all wound up Shuh!