Letra de Cellophane

Cellophane 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 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 the wheel Break it out I want a taste Of what you've 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 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 the wheel Break it out I want a taste Of what you've got In that cellophane Cellophane A handful of prescription pills 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 momma wouldn't look at me Like she thought I's to blame Well maybe I was Maybe I didn't try hard enough I told him he oughta kick that stuff I 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 Was just a weekend thing Now there's no way of sleeping off the hurt I feel So break it out I want a taste Of what you've got In that cellophane