Intro:		B  A  C

Verse:		D   D   D  A  C
		D   D   D  A  C
		D	D		D
		I've got a knack for fucking everything up.
		A			C
		My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
		D		D		D
		My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high.
		A			C
		I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
		D		D		D
		Tension mounts and l fly off the wall.
		A			C
		l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
		D		D		D
		Petulance and irritation sets in.
		A			C
		I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.

		D		A		B
Chorus:		My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
		D		A		B
		I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
		D		A		B
		l self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
		D		A		B
		I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.

		D		D		D
Verse:		Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back.
		A			C
		Stuck in a rut and l get myself all wound up.
		D		D		D
		Killed my composure and it will never come back.
		A			C
		Loss of control and l get myself all wound up.
		D		D		D
		Blown out of proportion again.
		A			C
		My temper snaps and l get all wound up.
		D		D		D
		Spontaneous combustion, panic attack.
		A			C
		I slipped a gear and l get myself all wound up.