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 Pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm a 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 a 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 Seem to me such a waste Every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm a looking for On every street Yeah, it's your face I'm a looking for On every street