E G#m F# B Thereʼs gotta be a record of you some place E F# B You gotta be on somebodyʼs books E G#m F# G#m The low-down - a picture of your face E F# Your injured looks E B The sacred and profane E G#m F# The pleasure and the pain G#m F# E D#m Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete C#m A# G#m D#m And itʼs your face Iʼm looking for on every street G#m B F# F# E F# B F# G#m A lady-killer - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you as Iʼm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh itʼs a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And itʼs your face Iʼm looking for on every street G#m B F# F# E F# B F# G#m A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I donʼt know why it is Iʼm still on the case Itʼs a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste thatʼs bittersweet And itʼs your face Iʼm looking for on every street G#m B F# F# E F# B F# G#m B F# F# E F# B F# G#m B F# F# E F# B F# G#m
