[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