there's gotta be a record of you someplace

you gotta be on somebody's 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 an 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