Verse 1: B I've got a knack for fucking everything up. A F# B My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high. A F# B I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
Tension mounts and l fly off the wall. A F# B l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
Petulance and irritation sets in. A F# B I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.
Chorus: B B B A E B (Does anyone have the correct lyrics ??)
Verse 2: (same as vers 1) Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back. Stuck in a rut and l get myself all wound up. Killed my composure and it will never come back. Loss of control and l get myself all wound up. Blown out of proportion again. My temper snaps and l get all wound up. Spontaneous combustion, panic attack. I slipped a gear and l get myself all wound up.