Conviction In Color

I heard talk of a nuclear war
This decor is a fucking eyesore
Nearly found the gun, it was in the left drawer
Every liar swears it was all accounted for
But I can't judge, not even the worst
Some of 'em orgasm from pointing fingers
All that black smoke always seems to linger
It always lingers

Conviction in a couple different colors
Shoot a cannon at yourself
Or it's a credo that you holler

Conviction in a couple different colors
Shoot a cannon at yourself
Or it's a credo that you holler

Hungry for an escape from the spear
Nowhere I can go, so nothing I should fear
I love it so much, you can call it a career
People hate change, but they love the cashier
But they love the cashier

Conviction in a couple different colors
Shoot a cannon at yourself
Or it's a credo that you holler

Conviction in a couple different colors
Shoot a cannon at yourself
Or it's a credo that you holler