Pile - The Soft Hands of Stephen Miller lyrics

[Pile - The Soft Hands of Stephen Miller lyrics]

From a long line of translucent
Lizards comes our boy Stephen
That inferiority complex passed
Down generations
Bleakness, resilient and with teeth
Best of his class

Worked so hard to lay her over worthlessness
Shift past shell spotlight changes
Subject fraud his impotence
Stephen, tell me 'bout your great-grandmother
So help help help help
Help indulging fear professionally
We're all railing against oblivion, Steve
You don't have to be so
Vile and insufferable about it
You don't have to be such a delicate guy
You don't know hell hell don't know hell

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