I see me body clothed by waxI see the interest grow so much deeperThere must have been a problem I hadThe public headacheAnd what you wanted was never made clearBehind the image was a constant glareYou are behind this public machineIt's still part of the same old gamePublic headacheTwo sides to every storySomebody had to bluff meI'm not the same as when I beganI will not be treated as a prophecyPublic headacheTwo sides to every storySomebody had to stop meI'm not the same as when I beganIt's not a game of monopolyPublic headachePublic image, you got what you wantedThe public image belongs to meIt's my entrance to my own creationMy grand finale, my goodbyePublic headachePublic headachePublic headacheGoodbye
