He can remember hearing words of wonder "Failure is on the inside" so often does he wonder how hard it is without a guide
This manipulator of crazes he can win any race that you name like a disease he comes in stages and affects everybody the same
Chorus: He's just a body, a beat-up body He gets his kicks on a fatal crash And he carries a sign that screams "Red is a mean, mean colour !"
He keeps his money under his mattress and his conscience in his pocket he heart runs on batteries he has two eyes to each socket
Now here's a thing, a very silly thing he say's it's easy easy to make a million yeah, here's a thing, avery silly thing he say's you steal from a broken brazilian
Chorus: He's just a body, a beat-up body He gets his kicks on a fatal crash And he carries a sign that screams "Red is a mean, mean colour !"
Life's a game of colours and shades Llife's an ugly hue life's a pageant that we paint.
Can you remember being South of Brighton head full of floating memories swimming to the Grey Horizon trying to escape the enemy
Who can quote from a thousand young poets and with a flag on his backhe can shine who has a dream but can never show it who is drunk from the Mad Man's Wine
Chorus: He's just a body, a beat-up body He gets his kicks on a fatal crash And he carries a sign that screams "Red is a mean, mean colour !"
Compositor: Stephen Malcolm Ronald Nice ECAD: Obra #14580985