Joy - The Cult

Yeah, I poisoned myself but I survived the thrill of life

I altered my state of mind so I could fly, mmm

Yeah, travelled beyond my pedestrian ties

My innocence, yeah, and those sweet lies

I rode in that car as far as it would take me, take me

I don’t need no gun

I walk into the sun

Find what’s going on

Find what’s going down

I don’t need no gun

I walk into your fun

Fun into the sun

Find what’s going on

Your velvet tear rolled down my back

Your arms wrapped tight around me

I felt so good knowing that you could let go with me, yeah

I don’t need no gun

I walk into your sun

Find what’s going on

Find what’s going down

I don’t need no gun

I walk into your fun

I don’t need the sun

To find what’s going on

Crazy hippie girl

Soft lips make me swirl

More than I can feel

Mystery to me

Yeah-hey-yeah

Joy d’vivre, yeah

Mysterious life, what do you hold for us in your cloak?

I begin to shake, your horses, they are frightening me, well

I don’t need no gun

I walk into your sun

Find what’s going on

Find what’s going down

I don’t need no gun

I walk into your fun

I don’t need the sun

To find what’s going on

Crazy hippie girl

Soft lips make me swirl

More than I can feel

A mystery to me

Had my child son

I’m a young king now

Hey mysterious life

Holy criticised

Yeah-hey-yeah

Yeah-hey-yeah

Joy d’vivre…