Lyrics:

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 Wound 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 And I Get Myself All Wound Up