Directly to my helmet Directly to my heart Directly to my hairline Where do I start? It’s not like art is just value Just try not to argue Your work looks good Your look works great How can I state The point of view you create It’s not too late to resolve it And if I can’t solve it I’ll look at the object And that’s what I’ll call it How can I respect the opinions of none? Directly enhancing the sum. Directly to my helmet Indirectly to my soul If I said I loved it Oh cheeseball?? I’m not that tall so the impact Was more than deserving The plastic champagne was the least of unnerving How can I respect the opionions of none? Directly enhancing the sum. Above all, worksongs?? I’ll tell you it never gets old. I’ll tell you it never gets old