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

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