Permanent Headphones Lyrics by Parker McCollum
What is this? Nobody knows
Playing a fool, making nothing my goal
Gonna ride like it’s a Shetland, all coked out and ***
Craving that feeling just to ease your mind
Greasing up the gears with what is left
Never gonna push this through any kind of test
Holding out on the good times that we all know
Digging up dirt just to fill the hole
Yeah, we’re creeping out late just to go insane
Making time fly right through our brains
A change of season is a change in my soul
Backroads racing through my permanent headphones
Like the thunder rolling, we roll right out of town
Waiting to be released, you won’t see me around
Walking slowly down a dusty road
Grandpa’s laughing, he’s telling dirty jokes
Yeah, we’re creeping out late just to go insane
Making time fly right through our brains
A change of season is a change in my soul
Backroads racing through my permanent headphones
Yeah, we’re creeping out late just to go insane
Making time fly right through our brains
A change of season is a change in my soul
Backroads racing through my permanent headphones
Backroads racing through my permanent headphones