Lyrics: Maybe I’ve gone too far, but I can’t stop now Not ‘til I’ve gone farther than anybody else Maybe I’m out of control, headed for trouble But, through my filter of green, none of that matters at all Oh, I’m a hopeless case; don’t waste your time Someday I’ll reach my core, and then you’ll see I’m made of chaos and disorder and malfunctioning parts And that’s all I’ll ever be: queen of chronicity I’m a sculptor at best Chiseling my own Mount Rushmore