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