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? 

Oooh... Oooh... 
Oooh... Oooh... 

On a cloud of pink has to grey 
And I'm alone again, yeah 
Someone to hold against my own 
Alone, untouched is what I crave 

Oooh... Oooh... 
Oooh... Oooh... 

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? 

Oooh... Oooh... 
Oooh... Oooh...