Theres gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebodys 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 its your face Im looking for on every street A ladykiller - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you, as Im standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh its a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And its your face Im looking for on every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I dont know why it is Im still on the case Its a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste thats bittersweet And its your face Im looking for on every street