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 !"