作词 : Martin, McCready, Saunders ...
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 turned to grey
And I'm alone again
Yeah
Someone to hold against my own
Alone, untouched is what I crave
Oooh... Oooh...
Oooh... Oooh...
[solo...
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...