You never listen to a word that I said You only seen me for the clothes that I wear Or did the interest go so much deeper It must have been the colour of my hair
Public Image
What you wanted was never made clear Behind the image was ignorance and fear You hide behind this public machine Do you still follow the same old schemes?
Public Image
Two sides to every story So somebody had to stop me I'm not the same as when I began I will not be treated as property
Public Image
Two sides to every story So somebody had to stop me I'm not the same as when I began It’s not a game of monopoly
Public Image
The Public Image you got what you wanted The Public Image belongs to me It's my entrance My own creation My grand finale My goodbye