Red Is A Mean, Mean Colour

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: hes 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 heres a thing, a very silly thing
He says its easy easy to make a million
Yeah, heres a thing, avery silly thing
He says you steal from a broken brazilian

Chorus: hes 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 !

Lifes a game of colours and shades
Llifes an ugly hue
Lifes 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 mans wine

Chorus: hes 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 !