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Şarkı Sözleri There's a script, but I ain't writingLeft that stage all in my mindCause I'm not hip to your sign languageSticky fingers of a different kindThe same word, foreign languageIn one season they killed you twiceSweet smell shotgun fot the hip and blindShe strokes the gun, feel how it's warmGot a mouthful dirt and razorsIt'll cut right through last month's flavourWith my mouthful, wasted terrorsKill your darlings, kill your darlingsCause I tried being helpfulSaying things I don't understandCan't come up with no new linesFrom their sweet surfaced mouths She strokes the gun, feel how it's warmGot a mouthful dirt and razorsIt'll cut right through last month's flavourWith a mouthful wasted terrorsKill your darlings, kill your darlingsKiss the gun, bite the bulletGet off the stick, get on the canWell I've seen all their facesSheking hands full of napalm tracesShe strokes the gun, feel how it's warmGot a mouthful dirt and razorsIt'll cut right through last month's flavourWith a mouthful wasted terrorsKill your darlings, kill your darlings