Deadman`s Curve — текст песни (carpenters)

I was cruisin` in my Stingray late one night
When an XKE pulled up on my right.
He rolled down the window of his shiny, new Jag
And challenged me then and there to a drag.
I said, "You`re on, Buddy, my mill`s running fine
Let`s come of the line, now, at Sunset and Vine
But I`ll go ya one better, if you`ve got the nerve
Let`s race all the way...to Deadman`s curve"

Chorus:
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 curve

The street was deserted late Friday night,
We were buggin` each other as we sat out the light
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
You shoulda heard the whine from my scremin` machine
I flew past La Brea, Schwabs, and Crescent Heights
And all the Jag could see were my six tail lights
He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve
But I pulled it out and there we were: At 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 guess I found out for myself that everyone was right:

Won`t come back from Deadman`s curve!

Repeat chorus and fade