There's a script, but I ain't writing

Left that stage all in my mind

Cause I'm not hip to your sign language

Sticky fingers of a different kind

The same word, foreign language

In one season they killed you twice

Sweet smell shotgun fot the hip and blind

She strokes the gun, feel how it's warm

Got a mouthful dirt and razors

It'll cut right through last month's flavour

With my mouthful, wasted terrors

Kill your darlings, kill your darlings

Cause I tried being helpful

Saying things I don't understand

Can't come up with no new lines

From their sweet surfaced mouths

She strokes the gun, feel how it's warm

Got a mouthful dirt and razors

It'll cut right through last month's flavour

With a mouthful wasted terrors

Kill your darlings, kill your darlings

Kiss the gun, bite the bullet

Get off the stick, get on the can

Well I've seen all their faces

Sheking hands full of napalm traces

She strokes the gun, feel how it's warm

Got a mouthful dirt and razors

It'll cut right through last month's flavour

With a mouthful wasted terrors

Kill your darlings, kill your darlings