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