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Green Day Bab's Uvula Who? Lyrics

Last updated: 09/15/2010 11:00:00 AM

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

I lose myself and I'm all wound up
Little reserve and I'm all wound up
Loss of 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
I play the fiddle and I'm all wound up
Bother myself 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'm in a rut 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
I'm on attack and I'm all wound up
I lose myself and I'm all wound up

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