Demagogue Songtext
von Franz Ferdinand
Demagogue Songtext
He′s a demagogue (demagogue)
Check out his rise (his rise)
He's a demagogue (demagogue)
He′s fatally famous
He's a demagogue (demagogue)
He plays with my fears (my fears)
A demagogue (demagogue)
My shadow side dreaming (dreaming)
The-the demagogue (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 (demagogue)
He′d like to punch in your face
He's a demagogue (demagogue)
Throwing terminal shade
The demagogue (demagogue)
He knows all of the words
He′s a demagogue (demagogue)
He sees a nation of marks (demagogue, demagogue, demagogue)
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?
De-demagogue
Check out his rise (his rise)
He's a demagogue (demagogue)
He′s fatally famous
He's a demagogue (demagogue)
He plays with my fears (my fears)
A demagogue (demagogue)
My shadow side dreaming (dreaming)
The-the demagogue (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 (demagogue)
He′d like to punch in your face
He's a demagogue (demagogue)
Throwing terminal shade
The demagogue (demagogue)
He knows all of the words
He′s a demagogue (demagogue)
He sees a nation of marks (demagogue, demagogue, demagogue)
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?
De-demagogue
Writer(s): Robert Hardy, Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Paul Robert Thomson, Julian Victor Corrie, Sam Potter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com