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? Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh 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 ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh 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 ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh