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 Instr:     -    /        /         /       /     / )   /     /    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 looking for    on every street Instr:     -    /         /         /        /     /     /         /        /     /          /         /                    /                /              /