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 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 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 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