Long Distance View lyrics

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