Artificial Red (Live At the Moore)

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-hoo Ooh-hoo Ooh-hoo Ooh-hoo 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 Ooh-hoo Ooh-hoo Ooh-hoo Ooh-hoo 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-hoo Ooh-hoo Ooh-hoo Ooh-hoo