作曲 : D., D., Soulwax
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 
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 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