Artificial red, smoke poison consumed
In the house of ill repute
Is it the way I spend my days
Every covering up, I felt disease

Oh...oh...
Oh...oh...

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

Oh...oh...
Oh...oh...

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