[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 p**y 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?