Intro: Verse: 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 l get myself all wound up. Tension mounts and l fly off the wall. l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up. Petulance and irritation sets in. I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up. Chorus: My temper flies and I get myself all wound up. I lose control and l get myself all wound up. l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up. I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up. Verse: 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. [email protected]