[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Hungry for an escape from the spear
Nowhere I can go, so nothing I should fеar
I love it so much, you can call it a career
People hatе change, but they love the cashier
But they love the cashier
[Chorus]
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