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

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 expode 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