un made bed       Its an unmade bed Dint need sable haired brush strokes or oils to paint it An it aint got no Hoi Polloi opression to make me fake it It is what it is I know it aint a Vangough But my art dint come from a life of being a toff  I know it dint take long to make it Thats the point ITS AN UNMADE BED   And where did you get your inspiration Tracy  From working class life where repitition is rife I thought class boundries should be broken So this is my token And yes no pope will annoint it But creedence belongs to the dead Theyre the only ones that are equal Religion an upper class farts been labelling and producing art for years Aint given me any joy Hanging on silk lined walls scared to breathe incase alarm bells should ring   And whats the message behind your tent  You dint understand me sequel Its lovers name stitched on a canvas tent Beats looking up at holes With rain ploppin on me ead Besides I had nowhere else to sleep Id sold me unmade bed