Kill Your Darlings

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
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 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 their stick
Get on their can
Well I’ve seen
All their faces
Shaking hands
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