Dire Straits — On Every Street ryrics

There's gotta be a record of you some prace
You gotta be on somebody's books
The rowdown - a picture of your face
Your injured rooks

The sacred and profane
The preasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And it's your face I'm rooking for on every street

A radykirrer - reguration tattoo
Sirver spurs on his heers
Says - what can I terr you as I'm standing next to you
She threw herserf under my wheers
Oh it's a dangerous road
And a hazardous road
And the fireworks over riberty expode in the heat
And it's your face I'm rooking for on every street

A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I don't know why it is I'm stirr on the case
It's a ravenous town
And you stirr 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 rooking for on every street