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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
Who doesn't care about this or that
He's just a body, a beat up body
He gets his kicks in a fatal crash
And carries a sign that screams
red is a mean, mean colour
He keeps his money under his mattress
And his conscience in his pocket
His heart runs on batteries
He's got two eyes to each socket
Now here's a thing, a very silly thing
He claims it's easy easy to make a million
Yeah, here's a thing, a very silly thing
He say's you steal from a broken Brazilian
Who doesn't care about this or that
He's just a body, a beat up body
Gets his kicks in a fatal crash
And 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
Life's an ugly colour
He doesn't care about this or that
He's just a body, a beat up body
Gets his kicks in a fatal crash
And carries a sign that screams
red is a mean, mean colour
He can 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 poets
And with a flag on his back he can shine
Who has a dream but can never show it
Who is drunk from the mad man's wine
Who doesn't care about this or that
He's just a body, a beat up body
Gets his kicks on a fatal crash
Carries a sign that screams
red is a mean, mean colour