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, she'd bawl   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