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Every time you meet the public,
You get scared and you start to panic.
A who got a gun?
A who got a bomb?
A who got a knife?
A who's gonna lose their life?
So-called leaders, ey, with deceitful faces,
Corruption in a high place.
You hands filled with bribes,
Your mouth pours out lies, yea!
'Cause of all oppression, now, running for protection.

Bodyguard, I wouldn't like your job;
Snakes in the grass, say they know not God.
Polytricksters drinking human blood,
A concrete heart can hold no love.
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
Bullet-proof vest strapped to your chest.
Under your collar is getting hot.
A who got a gun?
A who got a bomb?
A who got a knife?
A who's gonna lose their life?

Bodyguard, I wouldn't like your job;
Snakes in the grass, say they know not God.
Polytricksters drinking human blood,
A concrete heart can hold no love.
Bodyguard, I wouldn't like your job;
Snakes in the grass, say they know not God.
Polytricksters drinking human blood,
A concrete heart can hold no love.

You fretting, you sweating, you checking..
Hey, hey no feel no way,
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
A who got a gun?
A who got a bomb?
A who got a knife?
A who's gonna lose their life?

Bodyguard, I wouldn't like your job;
Snakes in the grass, say they know not God.
Polytricksters drinking human blood,
A concrete heart can hold no love.
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard,
Bodyguard, I wouldn't like your job;
Snakes in the grass, say they know not God.
Polytricksters drinking human blood,
A concrete heart can hold no love.

So watch it all you presidents, boo!
Heads of government, boo!
Mash down parliaments, boo!

I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
I just can't sorry for the bodyguard.
All that fretting, all that checking,
All that searching for assassin hey!

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