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