Although my burden it ain't all that heavy I got a whole lot rattlin' round up in this brain Listen to me now and you'll hear a little story About a whole lot of livin' and a little bit of pain I sing my little songs and I'll try and look pretty And I'll try and convince you that its worth your time I'll give you some advice that I don't seem to follow But my clever turns of phrase are gonna blow your ****ing mind I'll get you sayin "Max Boost" You got a keen sense of rhythm Get you sayin "Max Boost" You play a mean guitar But that don't matter if there ain't a good story It remains to be seen if I done got that far... Yeah have I got that far My cremated remains have been arranged to be scattered to the four winds from the cliffs over looking Skógafoss It remains to be seen if any of it mattered It remains to be determined if there's meaning here at all