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