Deadmans Curve — текст песни (carpenters)

The street was desserted late friday night



We were buggin each other while we sat out the light



We both popped our clutch when the light turned green



You should have heard the wine from my screamin machine



I flew past la brea, down to 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 her out and there we were at deadmans curve



Deadmans curve is no place to play



Deadmans curve







Well, the last thing I remember doc.



I started to swerve, and then I saw the jag slide into the curb



I know Ill never forget that horrible sight



I found out for myself, that everyone was right







Wont come back from deadmans curve



Deadmans curve is no place to play



Deadmans curve you best keep away



Deadmans curve I can hear them say



Wont come back from deadmans curve