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 cuenta
Those pussy grabbing fingers
Won't let go of me now
Demagogue
The demagogue
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
Demagogue
The demagogue
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 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 got to do with making me?
What's a mother and father...
Writer(s): Robert Hardy, Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Paul Robert Thomson, Julian Victor Corrie, Sam Potter
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