Steve Harley
Текст песни 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

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