Bab’s Uvula Who?

Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] I lose myself, and I'm all wound up I'm in a state of pain, and I'm all wound up Loss of control, and I'm all wound up I lose myself, and I'm all wound up Shuh! [Verse 2] Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back Stuck in a rut, and I get myself all wound up Killed my composure, it'll 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, and I get myself all wound up [Chorus] I lose myself, and I'm all wound up I'm in a state of pain and I'm all wound up I lose myself, and I'm all wound up I lose myself, and I'm all wound up Shah! [Verse 3] 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'm in a rut, and I get myself all wound up Petulance and irritation set in I throw a tantrum, and I get myself all wound up [Chorus] I lose myself, and I'm all wound up Loss of control, and I'm all wound up Panic attack, and I'm all wound up I'm in a state of pain, I'm all wound up Shuh!
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Credits
- Writers
- Mike Dirnt
- Tré Cool
- Billie Joe Armstrong