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30 Days, 30 Songs
  • 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?