Cellophane

Cellophane
Front pocket of my blue jeans
c 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
cnd hide out from the law. Oh!

It was just a weekend thing
c 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

c bunch of kids
Same feather same kind of cool
We dropped out of the Sunday school
cnd made up our own rules for a few good years
Before the cops came sniffin' round
Before they took our dope man down
cnd 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
c handfull of prescription pills
Yeah, that's when the shit got real
They say those things can kill
Well I know first hand
c 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 
c 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