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