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Enter your search terms Submit search form   Web www.mattsmusicpage.com The Lyrics Are Below   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 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 myelf 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     Click here to return to my Green Day lyrics page The lyrics are Copyright their respective owners. Sign Up For My Newsletter Subscribe | Unsubscribe Site Map | Disclaimer | Privacy Policy | Media Kit | Submissions/Corrections Website © 2000-2008 mattsmusicpage.com. All rights reserved. Operated by MM Page, LLC Enter your search terms Submit search form   Web www.mattsmusicpage.com