on every street

[ti:on every street] [ar:Dire Straits] [al:on every street] [offset:500] On every street 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 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 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