| 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 !" |