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