And it's your face, I'm looking for
Your injured looks
And it's your face, I'm looking for
The pleasure and the pain
Oh, it's a dangerous road
She threw herself under my wheels
It's a ravenous town
On every street
And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
The lowdown, a picture of your face
Seems to me such a waste
And you still refuse to be traced
A ladykiller, regulation tattoo
The moon is hanging upside down
And it's your face, I'm looking for
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
And it's your face, I'm looking for
A three-chord symphony crashes into space
And a hazardous load
The sacred and profane
And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat
Silver spurs on his heels
Says, what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
On every street
On every street
