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 !"