Artificial Red

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?

Wooh, whooh

Whooh, whooh

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

Whooh, whooh

Whooh, whooh

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

Whooh, whooh

Whooh, whooh

Whooh, whooh

Whooh, whooh

Whooh, whooh

Whooh, whooh

Whooh, whooh