The Cult

I poisoned myself but I survived the thrill of life
I altered my state of mind so I could fly
Travelled beyond my pedestrian ties, my innocence and their sweet lies
I rode in that car as far as it would take me
I don't need no gun Walk into the sun Find what's going on
Find what's going down I don't need no gun Walk into your fun
Fun into the sun Find what's going on
Your velvet tear rolled off my back, your arms wrapped tight around me
I felt so good knowing that you could let go with me
I don't need no gun Walk into the sun Find what's going on
Find what's going down I don't need no gun Walk into your fun