Lyrics On Every Street - Dire Straits

On Every Street

1. There’s gonna be a record of you in some place
You’ve gotta be on somebody’s books.
The lowdown — a picture of your face
Your injured books
The sacred and profane
The pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints will remain concrete
And it’s your face I’m looking for
On every street…
2. A ladykiller — regulation tatoo
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…
3. A three-chord 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…