Song | Red Is a Mean, Mean Colour |
Artist | Steve Harley |
Album | Face to Face [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Harley | |
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 !" |
zuo ci : Harley | |
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 beatup 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 beatup 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 beatup body | |
He gets his kicks on a fatal crash | |
And he carries a sign that screams | |
" red is a mean, mean colour !" |
zuò cí : Harley | |
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 beatup 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 beatup 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 beatup body | |
He gets his kicks on a fatal crash | |
And he carries a sign that screams | |
" red is a mean, mean colour !" |