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