Wrong Side of the Bed - Zygo and The Deuce

Caught up on the wrong side of the law Got caught, got caught, got caught Caught up on the wrong side of the law I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Sun goes up Sometimes the dragon and the beast Manifests itself inna the form of the police Spot check deh pon the streets, "Out the car" A so dem greet me "Pass the Rasta colour bag deh make we see it deh" Me make them know say the ragga ragga hair match the Macka wah appear In the back of wah me steering No, a no even no weight, a hundred dollar worth But the chalice in the bag did make the matter worse Them say"book him... felony possession." What kind o' law this? Hold on, no Yard this? Dem gimme court date just fi frustrate me That amuse me, mi say "Make sure is a Tuesday" I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Sun goes up "'Cause I'm busy on Wednesday morning. Thursday morning too." Plus a Good Friday, that mean if dem hold I fi the weekend All 'til Monday night me a sleep in deh Then Dutty pree to me it come in like a resurrection So me switch the rhetoric in another direction Me never know the officer name, #11747 a the number wah them give him Tell me fi sign and go pon me way Inspector walk in like him have sup'n fi say Him say: "You want back you weed?" Then I say no but truthfully I think my chalice is due to me I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Sun goes up Him kiss him teeth and run me out o'the station Mi walk out a feel a different elation, no Jubilation is the word that I mean Because him think him achieve Think say that grieve me Go back in the car, you know what greet me The one pound under the seat beneath me, believe me Him think him catch me off guard the whole night Him never know Diggy en garde! Sword fight 'Cause I will give up a hundred dollar bag and a chalice any day Fi a pound wah mi save Dutty say him have a story fi tell Me have a story fi sell, fi sell, fi sell I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Dub style, dub style, dub style!

I spend all night on my side of the bed With my knees and my toes hangin' over the edge 'Cause I know you want space It's not what you said But the way that you said that you're fine When you rolled over in your sleep I thought you were leavin' me I know it's not you, I believe there's somethin' missin' in me We sink in the sofa under TV glow You are watchin' the world end but I just can't follow 'Cause I can't stop thinking 'Bout how you felt hollow When I was holding you last night You shifted your weight in the seat I thought you were leavin' me But I'm just too fragile to speak There's somethin' broken in me We all want the same thing, to love and be loved It's a hard pill to swallow, but you're not enough So I put on my coat, the world's cold and it's rough And if you're gonna make it You've gotta be tough, but I'm not My heart's paper-thin and the softest of words can send me spiralin' So I guess that my question after all of this would be "Are you leavin' me?" Oh, are you leavin' me?

On your side of the bed, there's a picture of our wedding day A clock that don't work and a bible that your daddy gave It's on the window side, where the moon creeps in at night Staring at the ceiling, lying here all alone I said a prayer for you, then I said one of my own But you don't reach for me, when you lie down quietly Tell me how, how'd you get so far away? All we have left are the memories of the love we made Are you sleeping with your own regret? On your side of the bed On your side of the bed there's a burnt down candle flame A letter I've started but I didn't know what to say Now I couldn't write it down, so I try to say it now Tell me how, how'd you get so far away? All we have left are the memories of the love we made Are you sleeping with your own regret? On your side of the bed Aren't you even gonna make a sound? Your side of the bed Turn the other way when I turn the lights down Your side of the bed Are you lonely? Like I'm lonely? How, how'd you get so far away? All we have left are the memories of the love we made Are you sleeping with your own regret? Tell me how, how'd you get so far away? All we have left are the memories of the love we made Are you sleeping with your own regret? On your side of the bed On your side of the bed Are you still awake, on your side of the bed

We settled on a different plan We lay it down for every fan of the Deuce 'Cause we know how they feel All the pain that is loose in the game And there's too many rough demands And all of the children feel the distance between us As we scatter and hide away So whatcha gonna change for now? And who you gonna make the sheriff of this town? The sheriff of this town? Wasted youths We're the Fire Deuce Wear your Snakeskin boots While we Rock for you And ah Wasted youths Made us Fire Deuce Now we'll Sing our songs To ya Bring him home For ya It's time to set the record straight The children don't have time to wait on your ass You better speed it up You know that enough is enough So whatcha gonna change for now? And who you gonna make the sheriff of this town? The sheriff of this town? Wasted youths We're the Fire Deuce Wear your Snakeskin boots While we Rock for you And ah Wasted youths Made us Fire Deuce Now we'll Sing our songs To ya Bring it home For ya The Children of the Deuce The Children of the Deuce The Children of the Deuce The Children of the Deuce The Children of the Deuce Deuce Deuce Yeah! Wasted youths We're the Fire Deuce Wear your Snakeskin boots While we Rock for you And ah Wasted youths Made us Fire Deuce Now we'll Sing our songs To ya Bring him home For ya Wasted youths We're the Fire Deuce Wear your Snakeskin boots While we Rock for you And ah Wasted youths Made us Fire Deuce Now we'll Sing our songs To ya Bring him home For ya