4...3...2...1...
There's gotta be
a record of you
some place
You gotta be on
somebody's books
The lowdown a
picture of your face
your injured looks
The sacred and
profane 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
You still refuse
to be traced
Seemed 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
It's your face
I'm looking for
on every street