"Cellophane" lyrics

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

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 watch 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 watch 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 watch you've got
In that cellophane