Pile
The Soft Hands Of Stephen Miller
From a long line of translucent lizards comes our boy Steven
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
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Steven, tell me 'bout your great grandmother
Na na na na na na na na na na na
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
From Letras Mania