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 turned 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