Cellophane Lyrics

Cellophane
The front pocket of my blue jeans
A little fire and a 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

Whoa, it was just a weekend thing
A little help for the alcohol
It was no big deal
Was just a weekend thing
Sleep it off on the couch
And don't get behind the wheel

Break it out, I want a taste
What you got in that cellophane?
Cellophane

A bunch of kids
Same feather, same kinda 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
And don't get behind the wheel

Break it out, I want a taste
What you got in that cellophane?
Cellophane
Cellophane

Cellophane
A handful of perscription pills
Well, that's when the shit got real
They say those things can kill
Well, I know first-hand
A phonecall that bit my knees
His momma wouldn't look at me
Like she thought I was to blame
Well, maybe I was
Maybe I din't try hard enough
I told him he outta kick that stuff
I guess we shoulda known right from the start

Oh, but it was just a weekend thing
A little help for the alcohol
It was no big deal
It was just a weekend thing
Now there's no way of sleepin' off
The hurt I feel

Break it out, I want a taste
What you got in that cellophane?

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