Текстове на песни: 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 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