You never listen to a word that I say
You only see me for the clothes that I wear
Oh, did the interest go so much steeper?
It must have been the colour of my hair
The public image
The public image
The public image
What you wanted was never made clear
Behind the image was cigarettes and fear
You hide behind this public machine
Still a part of the same old sheen
The public image
The public image
The public image
Two sides to every story
Somebody had to stop me
I'm not the same as when I began
I won't be treated as property
The public image
The public image
The public image
Two sides to every story
Somebody had to stop me
I'm not the same as when I began
It's not a game of Monopoly
The public image
The public image
The public image
