PiL) You never listen to a word that I said
You only seen me
Imust have been
Or did the interest go so much deeper
For the clothes that I wear
The colour of my hair Public image
You hide behind this public machine
Behind the image was ignorance and fear
What you wanted was never made clear Still follow same old scheme Somebody had to stop me
I will not be treated as property
Two sides to every story
I'm not the same as when I began Public image you got what you wanted
It's my entrance
Public image belongs to me
My own creation
My grand finale
My goodbye.
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