Lag og texti: Valgarđur Guđjónsson

It‘s a blast, it‘s way too early,
I still got a brand new beat.
All those signs should just have been some joke.

Got some bells but got no Nobel.
That Oscar is waiting still.
Maybe there is still time for a different shelf.

All my hopes for timeless glory
killed with a perfect call.
My brilliant mind will soon be turned to stone.

I‘m going for gold
Don‘t ask, don‘t look my way
It‘s time to be bold
Going for my immortality
Going to spell my name for the history books.

In this age of master murders
it‘s back to the other side.
Burning any bridge along my way.

All those headlines, all those newscasts,
Burning the broadcast oil.
Every cat and dog now know my name.