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



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