a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0-9

Babīs Uvula Who?

Green Day

			
Intro
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B|---------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-----------11--------------------------------------------------|
D|-9----7----11--------------------------------------------------|
A|-9----7----9---------------------------------------------------|
E|-7----5--------------------------------------------------------|

Verse
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G|------------------------9--------------------------------------|
D|-9-9---9-9---9-9---7----9--------------------------------------|
A|-9-9---9-9---9-9---7----7--------------------------------------|
E|-7-7---7-7---7-7---5-------------------------------------------|

Chorus
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B|---------------------------------------------------------------|
G|------9--------------------------------------------------------|
D|-7----9----9---------------------------------------------------|
A|-7----7----9---------------------------------------------------|
E|-5---------7---------------------------------------------------|


Order

Intro
Verse 1
Chorus 1
Verse 2
Chorus 2
Verse 1 keep strumming chords
Chorus 2


Lyrics

I got a knack for fuckin 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 up the wall		Verse 1
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

I hate myself and I'm all wound up
I hate myself and I'm all wound up		Chorus 1
Loss of control and I'm all wound up
I lose myself and I'm 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'll never come back
Loss of control and I get myself all wound up
Blown out of proportion again			Verse 2
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

I hate myself and I'm all wound up
Loss of control and I'm all wound up
What can I say, I'm afraid 			Chorus 2
I'm all wound up

Verse 1
Chorus 2

Fuente: Lacuerda