Got blessed as Golden child You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore Because of my image, I might call you a whore You know my image
long And with her bride gone, she?ll tag along with any old crowd Yes, I know I?m to blame and I feel so ashamed That I?ve made her the image of me
Is it the way Is it the way she looks at you? Seeing her face As you walk through the crowded avenue That sets you afire Remembering all you left behind
every way Nothing but a lie to myself Step by step, closer to destruction When I try to turn away from that image I have failed Those created in my own image
Closed doors won't open up for you, not now, not anymore You're not the person that you used to be You light a cigarette and say that it won't satisfy
Kept powerless trying to fit the mold they cast for us. Struggling for an image that cannot exist. Buying ever-changing ever-enhancing products won't
When I'm dead It will be read "Here Lies The Public Image" 5 percent human being And 95 image What you see is what you get And what you get may
Should the image change Would the rest look better Surface dissolved skin and bone Revealing all your floss It might be better if I left you now Talk
Breathe This is the knowledge that I bring Universal worldwide culture Inhale, exhale This is the knowledge that I bring Universal worldwide culture
You left me wearing nothing but a shell You left me wearing nothing but a shell This feeling you've left me Is the image of hell I thought that you
I don't believe i think im falling asleep, is this beginning or ending, am i stuck in a dream. I dont want to know what i think i suppose. out of
too loud And with her pride gone, she tags along With any old crowd Yes, I know I'm to blame And I feel so ashamed That I made her the image of me
I try try so hard to please you Can you promise me, In a few years You will even remember my name Chorus And I am made in the image of God I am loved
The image I have right now is a pretty good one I make it up as I go along And I like it better when I don't even notice Gotta laugh 'cause I never clue
really me It's just the image, yeah yeah yeah Just the image, babe Just the image, babe Just the image, babe Just the image, babe Just the image, babe Just the image
My mind wants to forget Those sequences They Rock n' Roll inside my head Over and over and over again I concentrate harder and harder and then You are just an image
Solstice winds at twilight Moaning prophetic fear A rising tide bears terror Birthrise of the graven image Fetid the night air The stillbirth was not
Living up to an image Easier said then done Where it took him was nowhere Always on the run From the one who was knocking on his door Take his weight
