Green Day – Bab’s Uvula Who

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 sets in

I throw a tantrum 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

Petulance and irritation sets in

I throw a tantrum 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