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