Lyrics:

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

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