Tracy Emin's Bed - Acoustic

[Verse 1]

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

I thought that punks went to Iceland's?

And can't you remember?

We're not allowed nice things

Ripped jeans and bottles of cider

I swore at 17 that I 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 self 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