Lyrics:

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 goes 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 has two eyes to each socket.

Now here's a thing, a very silly thing
He claims that it's easy to make a million
Yeah here's a thing, a very silly thing
He says you steal from a broken Brazilian.

(Who doesn't care about this or that ?)
He's just a honey, a beat-up honey
He 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 shapes, life'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 honey, a beat-up honey
He gets his kicks in a fatal crash
And carries a sign that screams : 'Red is a mean mean colour'.

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 his 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
He gets his kicks in a fatal crash
And carries a sign that screams : 'Red is a mean mean colour'.