the front pocket of my blue jeans
a little fire and a little green
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
sleep it off on the couch
and don't get behind the wheel
what you got in that cellophane?
we dropped out of the sunday school
and made up our own rules
before the cops came sniffin' round
before they took our dope man down
and good shit got hard to find
when it was just a weekend thing
some compliments for the alcohol
sleep it off on the couch
and don't get behind the wheel
what you got in that cellophane?
a handful of perscription pills
that's when the shit got real
they say those things can kill
a phonecall that bent my knees
his momma wouldn't look at me
like she thought i was to blame
maybe i din't try hard enough
i told him he outta kick that stuff
i guess we shoulda known right from the start
but it was just a weekend thing
a little help for the alcohol
it was just a weekend thing
now there's no way of sleepin' off
what you got in that cellophane?