Letra de BAB'S UVULA WHO?, Green Day !



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 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 I get myself all wound up

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