Lyrics:

there's gotta be a record of you some placeyou gotta be on somebody's booksthe lowdown - a picture of your faceyour injured looksthe sacred and profanethe pleasure and the painsomewhere your fingerprints remain concreteand it's your face I'm looking for on every streeta ladykiller - regulation tattoosilver spurs on his heelssays - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to youshe threw herself under my wheelsoh it's a dangerous roadand a hazardous loadand the fireworks over liberty expode in the heatand it's your face I'm looking for on every streeta three-chord symphony crashes into spacethe moon is hanging upside downI don't know why it is I'm still on the caseit's a ravenous townand you still refuse to be tracedseems to me such a wasteand every victory has a taste that's bittersweetand it's your face I'm looking for on every street