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 set in: I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up. Bother myself, (...) little reserve, (...) loss of control and (...) all by myself (...). 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. (...) 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 like myself and I'm all wound up. (...)"