Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
In the house of ill repute
Is this the way I spend my days
In recovery of a fatal disease?
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
On a cloud of pink has turn to gray
And I'm alone again, yeah
Someone to hold against my own
Alone, untouched is what I crave
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
In the house of ill repute
Is this the place I search for love
When my need is within me, a gift from above?
Ooh, ooh