Hello
Hello, hello, hello,
Hello, hello, hello.
You never listen to a word that I say,
You've only seen me from the clothes that I wear,
I dig the interest, go so much deeper,
It must have been the colour of my hair.
Public image,
Public image.
What you wanted was never made clear,
Behind the image was ignorance and fear,
You hide behind this public machine,
You still follow the same old scheme.
Public image,
Public image.
Two sides to every story,
Somebody had, to stop me,
I'm not the same as when I began,
I will not be, treated a property.
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, it's not what you wanted,
The public image belongs to me,
It's my entrance, my own creation,
My grand finale, my goodbyes.
Public image,
Public image.
Goodbye.
