Deadman's Curve

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 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 curb



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



Won't come back from deadman's curve




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