There's gotta be a record of you some place

You gotta be on somebodys books

The lowdown, a picture of your face

Your injured looks The sacred and profane

The pleasure and the pain

Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face, I'm looking for

On every street A ladykiller, regulation tattoo

Silver spurs on his heels

Says, what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you

She threw herself under my wheels Oh, it's a dangerous road

And a hazardous load

And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face, I'm looking for

On every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space

The moon is hanging upside down

I don't know why it is I'm still on the case

It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced

Seems to me such a waste

And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face, I'm looking for

On every street And it's your face, I'm looking for

On every street