The street was deserted late Friday night We were bugging each other while we sat out the light We both popped the clutch when the light turned green You should have heard the whine from my screaming machine
I flew past La Bream down to Crescent Heights And all the Jag could see were my six taillights He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve But I pulled it out and there we were, at Deadman's curve
Deadman's Curve is no place to play Deadman's Curve
Well, the last thing I remember, Doc., I started to swerve And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve I know I'll never forget that horrible sight I found out for myself that everyone was right:
Won't come back from Deadman's Curve
Deadman's Curve is no place to play Deadman's Curve, you best keep away Deadman's Curve, I can hear them say You won't come back from Deadman's CurveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
