Rick Fink

Lyrics

Cellophane

The fruit is on the bottom.
The truth is way down under the bone.
Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
No matter where you are you're at home.

Well you know it'll be alright,
'Cause you said that it would,
And Baby that's no lie.
And all the smoke and mirrors,
Are practically gone,
'Cause this world is made of cellophane,
And you can see through it all.

Monkey in the middle,
Lookin' for a nut on the ground.
Poor old chicken little,
Waitin' for the sky to fall down.

Well you know it'll be okay.
'Cause you said that you'd change,
Your pessimistic ways.
And all the smoke and mirrors,
Are practically gone,
'Cause this world is made of cellophane,
And you can see through it all.

Life is a vicious teenage fantasy.
That only grows up to sow the seeds,
Of bitter jealousy.

Monsters in the rearview.
Keep your bloody eyes on the road.
Nothing here can cheer you,
Just place your bet and get what you're owed.

Well you know it would be so nice,
Just to climb back in bed and never think of it twice.
But all the smoke and mirrors,
Are practically gone,
'Cause this world is made of cellophane,
And you can see through it all.