Dire Straits On Every Street

Dire Straits On Every Street, On Every Street (1991) Lyrics: There s gotta be a record of you some place 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 it s your face, I m looking for On every street A ladykiller, regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says, what can I tell you as I m standing next to you