The Soft Hands of Stephen Miller
by Pile
From the album: Green and Gray
Track 7 of 13 on Green and Gray (2019).
Duration: 2:05
Lyrics for The Soft Hands of Stephen Miller
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 It doesn't fear professionally We're all railing against oblivion, Steve You don't have to be so vile, insufferable about it You don't have to be such a delicate guy Don't know hell Hell Hell Hell Don't know hell