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 !
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