Well it's one thing after another
And my heart is beating out of time
I feel it thud like mallets on piano wire
I stop and stutter
And I 'umm' and 'ahh' and backtrack
It does me in but I'm too polite to snap
I just used to think that this would be a phase
But it won't change
It's just the human race
Wound up tight!
You can smell it in close quarters
In silence it just spills out
One false turn of phrase
Leads to a week of doubt
Looking over your shoulder
Waiting for the next one to come along
Someone much smarter
Who'll tell you where you went wrong
I just used to think that this would be a phase
But it won't change
It's just the human race
Wound up tight
Who's that man in the corner?
What's that shadow on the wall?
It's alright
I know it's weird but
What's that sound?
It's alright
If I'm writing it down am I getting it out?
Or am I just fooling myself?
And if i'm talking it through, am I spreading the load?
Or boring them all half to death?
Well now my fingers are clenched
And I'm talking this way
I think it's safe to say I'm
Wound up tight!