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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 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

yeh.. it's your face I'm looking for on every street...
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 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      yeh.. it's your face I'm looking for on every street...