Demagogue

[Verse 1] He’s a demagogue Check out his rise He’s a demagogue He’s fatally famous He’s a demagogue He plays with my fears A demagogue My shadow side dreaming The demagogue It feels so good to be dumb From the Wall straight to La Quenta Those pussy grabbing fingers won’t let go of me now A demagogue A demagogue [Verse 2] He’s a demagogue He’d like to punch in your face He's a demagogue Throwing terminal shade The demagogue He knows all of the words He’s a demagogue He sees a nation of marks From the mob to chapter eleven Those tiny vulgar fingers on the nuclear bomb A demagogue A demagogue [Outro] What’s a mother and father got to do with making me? What’s a mother and father got to do with making me? What’s a mother and father got to do with making me? What’s a mother and father meant to do with making me? What’s a mother and father meant to do with making me? What’s a mother and father meant to do with making me? What’s a mother and father meant to do with making me?