Lyrics 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

I lose myself and I’m all wound up
Petulance and I’m all wound up
I lose control and I’m all wound up
I lose myself and I’m all wound up

Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back
Stuck in a rut and I get myself all wound up
Killed my composure and it will 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
Petulance and I’m all wound up
I lose control and I’m all wound up
I lose myself and I’m all wound up

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

I lose myself and I’m all wound up
Petulance and I’m all wound up
I lose control and I’m all wound up
I lose myself and I’m all wound up