There´s gotta be a record of you some place
You gotta be on somebody´s books
The low-down - 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 lady-killer - 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
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