Tracy Emin's Bed

[Verse 1]

I saw you walking home with your Mark's and Spencer's bag

I thought that punks went to Iceland's?

Can't you remember?

We're not allowed nice things, ripped jeans and bottles of cider

I swore at 17 that we would never sell out and mate I mean it

Obviously unless somebody offered me the opportunity

Then I'd take it; I'm not an idiot

[Chorus]

It's like Tracy Emin's Bed in my head:

Kind of creative but mainly just a mess

It's like Tracy Emin's Bed

[Verse 2]

I never see you without that jacket on

You must suffer in summer

We spent a lifetime painting pictures

Of each other

I wondered how long all this would last

Together we're stronger

Than the sum of our profile photographs

[Chorus]

It's like Tracy Emin's Bed in my head:

Kind of creative but mainly just a mess

It's like Tracy Emin's Bed

It's like Tracy Emin's Bed

It's like Tracy Emin's Bed in my head

[Chorus]

It's like Tracy Emin's Bed in my head:

Kind of creative but mainly just a mess

It's like Tracy Emin's Bed

It's like Tracy Emin's Bed

It's like Tracy Emin's Bed in my head