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      Public image, public image, public image      What you wanted was never made clear   Behind the image is ignorance and fear   You hide behind this public machine   Still a part of the same old sheen      Public image, public image, 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      Public image, public image, 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      Public image, public image, public image