Текстове на песни: blink-182. Dead Man's Curve.

I was cruising in my Stingray late one night

when an XKE pulled up on the right

and 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 runnin' fine

let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine

I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve

let's race all the way to dead man's curve.

Dead man's curve

Dead man's curve

Won't come back from dead man's curve



The street was deserted late Friday night

we were buggin' each other while we sat out the light

we both popped the clutch when the light turned green

you shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine

I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's, and Crescent Heights

and all the Jag could see were my six taillights

he passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve

but I pulled her out and there we were

at Dead man'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 dead man's curve

Dead man's curve, Dead man's curve

Dead man's curve, Dead man's curve

Dead man's curve, Dead man's curve