Helmets Off

Helmets off

I'm hard-headed

I know so because in my father it's embedded

In my head

In my head

In my head

It must be infatuation

It's a cycle

Of young to old

I've known honesty

But I've never known myself to be

In my head

In my head

In my head

It must be infatuation

And I know so because you told me

I know so because you told me

I'm hard-headed

I'm hard-headed

I'm hard-headed

It must be infatuation

And I fell right through the ground

You'll never know

Cause I never made a sound

I'm hard-headed

I'm hard-headed

I'm hard-headed

It must be infatuation