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 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 A threechord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don t know why it is I m still on the case It s a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that s bittersweet And it s your face I m looking for on every street And it s your face I m looking for on every street