Cellophane

Cellophane

Front pocket of my blue jeans

A little fire and little green

Enough to make me king on a Friday night

In a trailer off of Dry Pond Road

Where me and the boys would go to get loaded

And hide out from the law. Oh!

It was just a weekend thing

A little help for the alcohol

It was no big deal

Just a weekend thing

Sleep it off on the couch

Don’t get behind a wheel

Break it out, I wanna taste

What ya got in that cellophane

Cellophane

A bunch of kids

Same feather same kind of cool

We dropped out of the Sunday school

And made up our own rules for a few good years

Before the cops came sniffin’ round

Before they took our dope man down

And good shit got hard to find. Oh!

When It was just a weekend thing

Some compliments for the alcohol

It was no big deal

Just a weekend thing

Sleep it off on the couch

Don’t get behind a wheel

Break it out, I wanna taste

What ya got in that cellophane

Cellophane

Cellophane

A handfull of prescription pills

Yeah, that’s when the shit got real

They say those things can kill

Well I know first hand

A phone call that bent my knees

His mama wouldn’t look at me

Like she thought I was to blame

Well maybe I was

Maybe I didn’t try hard enough

I told him he oughta kick that stuff

Guess we should’ve known right from the start Oh.

But it was just a weekend thing

A little help for the alcohol

It was no big deal

Just a weekend thing

Now there’s no way of sleeping off the hurt I feel

So break it out, I wanna taste

What ya got in that cellophane