there's a script - but i ain't writin'
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 the same season, they killed you twice
for the sake of human nature 
sweet smell shotgun for 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 a mouthful, wasted terrors
kill your darlings, 
kill your darlings 

cause i tried bein' helpful 
sayin' things i don't understand
 [bad word] 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 bullets 
get off the stick - get on 
she can 
well i've seen all their faces 
shakin' 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