Demagogue

He’s a demagogue
Check out his rise
He’s fatally famous
He plays with my fears
My shadow side dreaming
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
He’s a demagogue
He’d like to punch in your face
He’s a demagogue
Throwing terminal shade
He knows all of the words
He sees a nation of marks
From the mob to chapter eleven
Those tiny vulgar fingers on the nuclear bomb
What’s a mother and father got to do with making me?