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: / / ) / Am(no3) / 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: / / / / /