I was cruising in my stingray late one night
When an x k e pulled up on the right
And rolled down the window of his shiny new jack
And challenge me then and there to a drag
I said you're on buddy my mill's running fine
Let's come off the line now it's sunset and vine
But I'll throw you one better if you cut 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 bugging each other while we sat out the light
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
You should've heard the wine from my screaming machine
I flew past the player swamps and crescent heights
And all the jacket z were my six tail lights
He passed me at tahiti then I started to swerve
But I pulled her out and there we were at
Dead man's world dead man's
World
Well the last thing I remember doc I started to swerve
And then I saw the jack 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 curves
Won't come back from dead man's curves
Dead man's curves
Dead man's curves
Dead man's curves
Won't come back from dead man's curves
Dead man's curves
Dead man's curves
Dead man's curves
Won't come back from dead man's curves
Dead man's curves
Dead man's curves