Dire Straits - On Every Street

On Every Street

There is gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebodys 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 its your face Imlooking for on every street
A ladykiller - regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says - what can I tell you as Imstanding next to you
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh its a dangerous road
And a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat
And its your face Imlooking for on every street
A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I dont know why it is Imsti will on the case
Its a ravenous town
And you sti will refuse to be traced
Seems to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste thats bittersweet
And its your face Imlooking for on every street